• Sharingan, you mimic my moves,
    My attacks,
    The very essence of my strategy.
    But can you mimic me?
    The person I am? My soul?

    Avenger,
    You act as if all this love
    That has kept death away for so long
    Has no meaning.
    Girls want you, boys want to be with you.
    Your clothes are mere reflections,
    Blue is your mood,
    And blue is your shirt.
    Lonely. Rejecting love
    And yet, can you mimic my heart?

    Weasel,
    Do you find joy in what you do?
    The suffering you cause?
    The anger you rouse?
    I believe that
    Somewhere in your cloak of black
    There beats a heart of gold,
    Waiting to be free,
    Like a treasure locked away.
    And yet, can you mimic my heart?

    Scarecrow,
    I wonder, will you show me your feelings?
    You must have them,
    Though you claim all your love is gone.
    But the scar still shows,
    Marring your perfect sharingan.
    And they say that
    As long as the feeling remains,
    The scar will remain as well.
    So you must have feelings.
    And yet, can you mimic my heart?

    Sharingan,
    Lonely.
    Forgotten.
    Unloved.
    But there will be one
    Who you will open your heart to,
    Reveal your true self.
    You can never mimic forever.
    And you cannot mimic my heart.