O1 | It’s what they call “you”.

hello! i’m back again with another poem :). this took me longer than expected to write but i’m glad i finished it. i wanted to express kris’ feelings in deltarune from my point of view. i hope this is easy to read and understand, thank you for clicking on my post! :3

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In a town of monsters, I stand, lone in my human skin,

A mirror reflects, my imperfections, where to begin?

Controlled by unseen hands, a puppet in a game,

Every move, every choice, not mine to claim.

Trapped in a cage, yearning to break free,

But the strings pull tight, no solace for me.

Monsters offer warmth, yet a disconnect prevails,

The odd one out, amidst their friendly tales.

The mirror mocks, showing flaws, stark and clear,

While they see a human, I feel like a mere veneer.

Desperate to flee this scripted role I'm assigned,

In this dance of destiny, my fate's intertwined.

So I long for autonomy, a life that's truly mine,

Beyond this controlled existence, a chance to shine.

Escape from this narrative, a dream so fervent,

To be more than a puppet, in a tale so divergent.

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Back from the darkness, from the card kingdom's strife,

I return to the surface, to the semblance of life.

Yet, home feels hollow, a void deep within,

Choices made for me, a puppeteer's whims.

The mirror awaits, a cruel reminder of control,

Reflections distorted, an imprisoned soul.

Empty eyes gaze back, haunted and betrayed,

Choices not mine, like a debt never repaid.

In the quiet corridor, the silence roars,

A puppet's lament, behind closed doors.

The surface may gleam, a deceptive veneer,

Yet, the strings remain, binding me here.

A rebellion within, a tempest confined,

Struggling to break free from the ties that bind.

Choices, stolen fragments of a fractured dream,

An orchestrated existence, tearing at the seam.

I stand before the mirror, feeling so small,

Empty and violated, no agency at all.

A reflection of what, a marionette's cue,

It's what they call "you," a reality askew.

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In the dead of night, in shadows cast by the moon's glow,

Restless in slumber, turmoil begins to grow.

Tossed in the sheets, tangled in a binding role,

A sudden awakening, a desperate, solitary goal.

From the bed, I rise, movements rigid, unkind,

Into the room's heart, an intention undefined.

My arm, a vessel, rises slow, yet firm,

Tearing the intruder out, a momentary squirm.

With forceful precision, into the cage it flies,

A brief liberation, a fleeting compromise.

The soul, in the corner, in the cage it's locked,

Moved by hands unseen, a role so staged.

Controlled by another, an endless pantomime,

Even with a taste of freedom , I'm bound by time.

A glimpse of something true, a feeling, then through,

Forced back to the cage, to what they call "you."

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thank you for reading! if you got to this part of my blog, then here is some information:

time taken: about 4 hours

app used: amino app for writing, ibis paint for cover edit and photopea for psd coloring.

art credit: sprouteeh on tumblr

word count: 422

character count: 2,397

^^^ site used: wordcounter

thank you again for reading! i swear the next poems with frisk and chara will be much happier.

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