His thoughts.
There is no light. There is no dark.
There is nothing I see within my heart.
I feel so abused. I wonder where I am.
Am I a slave, or am I a man?
Am I even I? Do I exist?
Do I have a purpose, do I have a wish?
I sit in a chair, and wait for a command.
I wonder if I am some part of a plan. What is it I'm for? What is it I do?
All I know is that I'm Mewtwo.
Just a short poem I wanted to write!