In the Eye of the Beholder

All through childhood
Nobody wanted me,
No one seemed to care
Whether I lived or died.

Orphaned so early -
Growing up without
A mother or father,
Without any siblings.

Raised in an orphanage
With bright Quistis,
And cute little Selphie,
And fraidy-cat Zell.

I was always there,
The only times they noticed,
The only attention they paid -
Was when I misbehaved.

You were there, too,
A wall toward the others -
The disdain you felt
Obvious in your manner.

You were like me,
But they paid attention
To you
Though you needed them not.

I knew I had to
Prove myself better
Than you.
I'd show them all.

The years went by,
The orphanage
Became three Gardens.
I had nowhere else.

As the years passed,
Always you were there -
Never conceding to me.
Us both, driven to excel.

Sooner or later
This will be settled.
Squall, my rival -
My best friend.