Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Schizophrenic ❯ Schizophrenic ( One-Shot )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: AnimeAna 
Angst: Yugi realizes his other half is not someone else but himself.
I am not the greatest at summaries, and reviews are greatly appreciated.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.20.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 502 | Visits: 681 | Status: Completed
Angst: Yugi realizes his other half is not someone else but himself.
I am not the greatest at summaries, and reviews are greatly appreciated.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.20.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 502 | Visits: 681 | Status: Completed
This idea came from the idea that perhaps, Yami and Yugi aren't seperate, rather Yugi believes there is another one of himself, sort of like the scape goat of himself.
Schizophrenic
If black and white
Darkness and light
Were as separate as they seem to be
Unlike two sides of a coin
Eternally joined
Which then would truly be me?
Arid versus cold
Don't believe what you're told
"Only one person can be inside of you"
I feel like I'm trapped
With no compass or map
There's not just one me, there are two.
Wet among dry
It's not fair, I do try
To put up with the darkness I hold
My thoughts are controlled
And yet I'm consolled
By the one who's name still lays untold.
Old to the new
Please don't let it be true
My other keeps pushing me away
I'm locked and confined
To the depths of my mind
Being forced to do what he shall say.
Night turns to day
Yet he won't go away
His eyes follow me where'er I go
Smiles when I speak
Calls me little, thinks me weak
Acts like there's something I don't know.
Silence breaks sound
I'm nowhere to be found
Yet he's fighting my battles for me
He thinks me too small
To be out there at all
I'm afraid, yes, but please let me free!
Up crashes down
He smiles, I frown
I want to be let out to the world
As the truth opens wide
I run back to hide
To retract from the words thrown and hurled
Sight becomes blind
I can't take what I find
Think about weights that lie over my chest
He comes over to help
I start up with a yelp
Maybe ending this world's for the best
The lonely find love
Gentler than lightest dove
Tears flow down my face like hot rain
My eyes seem to dim
I've just hated me, never him
It's myself that's causing me this pain
Weak grows to be strong
Have I know all along
The other me loves me as well
He yearns to protect me
Yet I still reject me
I won't help me up from where I fell
Song by the mute
Sweeter than softest flute
I can no longer push him away
He must feel what I feel
Pain most certainly real
That recedes with the dawn of new day
Uniform breaks the mold
Recall teachings of old
"Only one shall have the wisdom to see:
The greatest of trials
Is learning to smile"
And me making from two one of me.
Important: Schizophrenia (although that is the title of this poem) is the hearing of voices, loss of connection with reality, etc, NOT a split personality. The correct title of this poem would be dissociative identity disorder, which is no fun at all to say. :P
Please review! Please! Please! Flame me, I don't care. It certainly is cold out here now. I would like to know if people read this.
Schizophrenic
If black and white
Darkness and light
Were as separate as they seem to be
Unlike two sides of a coin
Eternally joined
Which then would truly be me?
Arid versus cold
Don't believe what you're told
"Only one person can be inside of you"
I feel like I'm trapped
With no compass or map
There's not just one me, there are two.
Wet among dry
It's not fair, I do try
To put up with the darkness I hold
My thoughts are controlled
And yet I'm consolled
By the one who's name still lays untold.
Old to the new
Please don't let it be true
My other keeps pushing me away
I'm locked and confined
To the depths of my mind
Being forced to do what he shall say.
Night turns to day
Yet he won't go away
His eyes follow me where'er I go
Smiles when I speak
Calls me little, thinks me weak
Acts like there's something I don't know.
Silence breaks sound
I'm nowhere to be found
Yet he's fighting my battles for me
He thinks me too small
To be out there at all
I'm afraid, yes, but please let me free!
Up crashes down
He smiles, I frown
I want to be let out to the world
As the truth opens wide
I run back to hide
To retract from the words thrown and hurled
Sight becomes blind
I can't take what I find
Think about weights that lie over my chest
He comes over to help
I start up with a yelp
Maybe ending this world's for the best
The lonely find love
Gentler than lightest dove
Tears flow down my face like hot rain
My eyes seem to dim
I've just hated me, never him
It's myself that's causing me this pain
Weak grows to be strong
Have I know all along
The other me loves me as well
He yearns to protect me
Yet I still reject me
I won't help me up from where I fell
Song by the mute
Sweeter than softest flute
I can no longer push him away
He must feel what I feel
Pain most certainly real
That recedes with the dawn of new day
Uniform breaks the mold
Recall teachings of old
"Only one shall have the wisdom to see:
The greatest of trials
Is learning to smile"
And me making from two one of me.
Important: Schizophrenia (although that is the title of this poem) is the hearing of voices, loss of connection with reality, etc, NOT a split personality. The correct title of this poem would be dissociative identity disorder, which is no fun at all to say. :P
Please review! Please! Please! Flame me, I don't care. It certainly is cold out here now. I would like to know if people read this.