A/N: another emo-y oneshot while kinda taking a break from Mulled Stars. I think this is becoming a regular thing now...

I don't own anything.

I need to be perfect.
Everyone thinks I am such a great person.
I need to look good for the public.

Why must it always be about you, my grandpa asks.
Why are you the King of Games when you're such a geek, Kaiba asks.
Why are you so talented when I'm not, Joey asks.
Why are you so adorable, Tea asks.
Why do all the girls go after you, Tristan asks.
Why are you so weak, Bakura asks.
Why are you so pathetic, Melvin asks.
Why are you so vulnerable, Marik asks.
Why are you such an accepting person of me, Ryou asks.
Why are you always so eager to help people, Mokuba asks.
Why are you so needy, Yami asks.

It's always about me because I love attention.
I'm not King of Games. Yami is.
I'm talented because I crave a crowd of amazed people.
I'm adorable because I create myself that way to attract people.
I'm pursued by girls because of Yami's sexiness.
I'm weak because I hate myself.
I'm pathetic because I have no real talents.
I'm vulnerable because I am easily hurt and very gullible.
I am accepting of everyone to make myself appear approachable.
I'm eager to help people because I want everyone to see me as a good person.
I'm needy because I want to be perfect when I'm really not.

I'm obsessed with mirrors.
I'm obsessed with company.
I'm obsessed with attention.
I crave the spotlight.
I crave the people.
I crave the love.
I need to be surrounded and adored.
I need to be wanted.
I need to be perfect.

So Yami, you want to know why I need the public eye to love me?
Because you're better than me.
You always manage to one-up me.
You look better in my clothes.
You are chased down by fangirls.
You are loved by millions.
You are surrounded by everyone.
You are a fucking Egyptian Pharaoh.

That is why I need to be perfect.

A/N: Reviews?