Due to reviews that confused me to the point when I didn't know who the reviewers were talking about, I'll tell you this: It's Gaara. Now you know. Thanks.
I'm sitting on a rusty swing
A few feet away
Sitting on a cold, brown swing
Watching the others play
They don't want me to come near
A monster's what they see
I'm an outcast, six years old
I'm never getting free
Too afraid to sleep at night
Too afraid to talk
However, I rise up
And begin to walk
Flashbacks running through my head
Things that make me sad
The loss of my mom
Causing sorrows to my dad
The other kids just stare at me
They're screaming as I come
I get stressed and raise a hand
And suddenly they're gone
A pool of blood is forming
A corpse is covered by sand
I just now killed once again
I'm the great shame of my land