*This fanfic poem is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=116005&start=1395. This poem is for poetry month. The character in this poem is Jason the Toymaker, a Creepypasta character you can look up, and Amelia, a girl in his origin story. This is my interpretation of how he feels about her. Enjoy!*
Amelia with her smile
Amelia with her eyes
She always knows what to say
She always knows what to do
Whenever I speak it comes out as a sneer
Wherever I look they take it as a leer
I make my dolls to keep me company
They don’t talk back and they don’t leave me behind
Amelia grins at me but I know what she really thinks
Nobody really likes me
How can they?
I hate that Amelia can go on with positivity
I hate that Amelia can make all the friends she wants
I hate the way she looks at me with pity in her eyes
I hate the way she feels bad about me
I hate the way she doesn’t show happiness for what I make the same way she shows happiness with her other friends
She doesn’t want to be my friend
I don’t think she even likes me that much
If I can just get rid of her other friends
Then maybe she’ll care about me
Maybe she’ll want to talk to me
I hate her but I love her
I can’t stand being alone
I don’t want to be alone
Amelia is the only friend I know
I wish I didn’t hate her
She’s so perfect in every way
Yet that makes me feel like I’m not good enough
What do I have to do to get her to care?
Stop making dolls?
Talk to people more?
Hang out with people more?
Is there something that I’m doing wrong?
Is there something strange about me that makes others run away?
“Jason, are you okay?”
And last but not least
I hate that she asks if I’m okay
Like I’m spiraling out of control
It makes me feel like I’m crazy
Like I need help
I don’t need help
I’m perfectly fine with the way I am
What amount of asking if I’m “okay” will ever make me feel okay?
Just talk to me
Be my real friend for once
No more pity
You have to understand me deeply
I hate my friend
Because somehow
My friend is more horrible
Than any enemy that I’d ever have
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And one more. I haven’t done much poetry lately =D

Ohh I like the contrast of the rather positive attributes mentioned in the first 4 lines that then turns into the negative one like “a sneer”. The former reads a lot like jealousy but this reads as if she personally harmed him some way!
That’s an interesting thought and I like how you managed to add it to the poem: “They don’t talk back and they don’t leave me behind“
Oha she does pity him but also is so stuck up that most of what she says is a sneer!
I feel like this line might be a bit too long: “I hate the way she doesn’t show happiness for what I make the same way she shows happiness with her other friends“
Ohaaaaa I do like how you show his obsessiveness and the unhealthy thoughts, this spiral of doubt… Poor Amelia, she doesn’t even know what she’s doing to him…
It also doesn’t sound like he’s fine with the way he is; why else is he going onto this tangent? A person secure in their own identity isn’t threatened by the perceived perfection of their friends ^^°
Hmmm I don’t think I understand what made her so horrible to him tho. It feels more like he’s projecting bad traits onto her when she’s just living her life… and also being his friend.
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Thx for reading and the advice!
Sometimes having a best friend, who has all these good qualities, whose perfect in every way, shape, and form, can be exhausting and is literally kind of creepy. I mean, how can you be like so chill and so you know, perfectly perfect?
At first, I didn't know what the description of this poem was about I just thought it was a regular poem, but I read the actual description you put ahead in bold, and it made me realize how much I need to delve back into the Creepypasta lore. I mean I first knew about them I believe in 2021 and I was a real fan. Now, I recognize some creepypastas, but not some of their lore. And I find it very cool that you put this is Jason the Toymaker's point of view. It would be really cool to see what he thinks.
''Amelia with her smile
Amelia with her eyes
She always knows what to say
She always knows what to do
Whenever I speak it comes out as a sneer''
Omg never felt realer. I feel like when other people talk a certain way, it kind of looks good on them, but it's like when I try to appear, cute and a bit introverted (I'm actually an ambivert but sometimes when I want more friends, I'll just either act as an introvert or extrovert) it never comes out right. I feel like I'm shouting more than whispering or talking softly.
''Amelia grins at me but I know what she really thinks
Nobody really likes me
How can they?''
I understand his feelings all too well. Sometimes, when things are going swell, and you're with someone swell, it feels too good to be true.
''I can’t stand being alone
I don’t want to be alone''
Some creepypastas in my opinion are plain out evil (except for Slenderman YUM) and some are just almost human (some once were). They feel the things we feel and deep down, they're just looking for affection and validation.
Loved this poem overall, and it made me tear up a bit. Good job Creeper!
I am glad you liked it