I am he who runs, he who flees.
I am he who shrieks, he who screams.
I am he who useless, he who is without purpose.
I am he who fails, he who always does worse.
I am he who cries, he who shies.
I am he who stutters, he who is unable to create lies.
I am he who is worthless, he who doesn't try.
I am he who is friendless, he who is without a shoulder on which to cry.
I am and always will be.
For I cannot change without the will to succeed.
I am a spineless weasel.
A blank canvas on an easel.
I am right where I am meant to be.
A stepping stool on which others step on in their way to succeed.
I am Tsuna,
and you only see what you want to see.