Mystique, Another Color
(for my sister)
My Mystique is different from what you think
Dresses herself in clothes all black
She's colder than an ice-skate rink
No one knows her story as much as I do
But then again, who would want to?
But I hope her evilness has a due.
From what people see, she is a mut
But what I am is wondering what
Is she really evil or not?
She is an overspeeding motor
From what I know, she already threw the Bible
A runner, a killer, a hider's chase.
Her scars turned her into this
But scars they add on
Just when they are about to heal,
New ones carry on.
So how will she be able to change
When all you do is make her worse
She is a villain you have molded
You monsters! Don't you have remorse?
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Superheroes & Villains
PoetryA collection of Poems about your very own Superheroes and Villains in your life. Congratulations to Polllardii & Ruechari, co-winners of this competition.
