"People hear my cries in the winter night

As I prowl in the midnight fright

I hunt beast

And I love to eat

I will never have a life

But if I can find the light at the end of the tunnel

I will have one.

Hate me

Kill me

Think of me savage.

Thy true enemy,

Is only the darkness,

That lies within.

Fear me.

Love me.

I am but a monster.

Disguised as a man."

Oz looked at the people in front of him. Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles, Dawn, and Joyce. His friends. His family. He was currently holding a guitar in his hands as he finished the last chorus to his song. He had written it only a few days ago and everyone wanted to hear what he had been working on. He had decided to write about what he felt because Willow had told him it would help him deal with it. And as he strummed the last note he felt all the nervous energy leave his body. He looked out at the small gathering and broke out into an actual smile as they all stood and clapped.

They loved it.

They loved him.

END