Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon nor its characters. They belong to their creators/publishers whoever they may be. I'm too lazy to look that information up myself at the moment. I am not making any profit from this.
Note: This was written back in 2000 when I was apparently flying high on an overdose of cough medicine. This was posted on some Digimon mailing list, probably TaitoML.
Lost and Alone
by Agent Rock
~I'm a fake.~
I'm mister happy-go-lucky leader of the Digidestined. I shall lead us to victory.
~Yeah, right.~
I'm not some great leader. What can I do? I don't want to be responsible for everyone. I don't want to have to cheer them up after a lost fight.
~I'm useless.~
What do I know about being a leader? Zip, that's what. How am I supposed to know how to be victorious? I know no more than they do.
~I'm worthless.~
I can't keep doing this; I can't keep up this happy I-know-we-can-defeat-them charade. I can't. What if something happens to one of the others? It would be all my fault. I couldn't deal with that.
~I'm in pain.~
It hurts; it's eating away at me. I can't stop it, this pain, pain caused by this huge responsibility.
~I'm afraid.~
I can't be the leader. I can't wipe away someone else's tears when I feel like crying my heart out as well. I'm so afraid of what might happen if I screw up, afraid that I may not be a good enough leader.
~I'm all alone.~
I'm drowning in my sorrows, in my fears. No one can understand what I'm going through. I feel so lost...
I'm so alone...
