It's hard forgetting it all, my past, the hatred, or the monster I constantly have to fight, The sad part is I've become my own worst enemy. It's hard to be a mutant turtle, having to remain forever outcasted, and the few humans who do see me, call me a freak and run off, terrified. It's hard for me to be close to anyone, I've had to kill possibly millions for my sensei, giving a little kid emotional scars for his own pleasure, It was the only way I had to survive. It's hard to not feel alone, Treated as an outcast by my own family, but I can't show anyone my feelings, I can't reveal I'm weaker than I look. It's hard for me even now, ten years later, Leo was gone in South America, and I heard he was never coming back. It's hard for me to get used to it, you guys as a family again, I just wish I wasn't shy, so I could actually be in the family. It's hard for me to figure my life out, All I can really ask is why have I been so alone?