Raven of Fate

You don't know her;

Only I do.

She's trapped behind bars;

Trapped within my scars.

She cannot escape the station;

That is my imagination.

She sees me suffer;

Like she's serving supper.

Although, I have only described her in a negative light;

And she may give you quite a terrifying fright.

She is someone I want to be;

She is free, but who is she?

I plea and plea,

Why can't I be...

Just like her?

So confident in her actions and choice;

And a powerful voice.

Smarter than me in every way;

At least that's what I have to say.

It's almost like she's my better half;

And the only thing I do is laugh.

But that still brings out an alarming question;

That it gives you a weird obsession:

Who is this "she?"

And why does someone else want to be...

Just like her?

Additional Information:

- I originally didn't want to publish this. It sat around in a notebook for a while.

- This poem describes a person in my mind who's known as Raven. Raven, in my mind, is seen as more "confident" and "extroverted." The opposite of me.

- Raven is pretty much the "voice" inside my head.