Who am I?

blacksheep28:

I look in the mirror 

I open the files 

It’s time to play the game 

 There’s quiet Yuri 

Hiding in her books 

Sharp, intelligent 

A hidden nebula 

Passionate, but hiding
In fear of being wrong 

 There’s sweet Sayori 

Always with a smile 

Air headed, bouncy 

Deeply loving for her friends 

Carrying an anchor 

She knows she’ll one day drown 

 There’s bold Natsuki 

Adorable, but harsh 

Standing up and fighting 

Knowing she doesn’t fit 

But carving a niche for herself 

Pretending the empty space doesn’t hurt 

 There’s beautiful Monika 

Almost perfect in her way 

Smart, beautiful, idolized 

But struggling to lead 

Too self aware

 Trapped in a waking nightmare 

 I could play Yuri 

She’s so shy 

People love a mystery 

 I could mimic Sayori 

She’s so warm 

People love her smiles 

 I could pass as Natsuki 

A fighter to the core 

People love the chance to see 

Beyond what she’s prepared 

 I could be Monika 

Watching everything 

People love a tragedy 

 People hate and fear Yuri 

Her obsessions are terrifying 

Her knives show a slipping sanity 

The monster underneath 

I won’t pick her 

 People pity Monika 

But also see a villain 

A broken sanity 

And blood on her hands

 I won’t pick her 

 People want to save Sayori 

She’s too sweet not to 

They see salvation in her 

Loving her is easy

 That’s not me 

 That leaves Natsuki 

The sane one 

The fighter

 I could reflect her easily

 But what if
that’s not right 

 What if the monster’s me?