He looked at himself through a wall-length mirror. All he could think about was how abnormal his appearance was.
Most of his body was substituted with metal gears.
His body was artificial.
Long ago, there was nothing in the world he would rather have than his real, blood-pumping self.
Long ago, he was shattered –like the mirror he now just punched.
His life was horrific. His self-esteem itself was decimated to none at all. There was not anything he could do to stop himself from screaming out loud.
One day, angels came in the form of friends – people that could empathize with him. He smiled for the first time in over two years – since the incident.
Those angels helped him recover from the trauma. He would die to protect them at all costs.
He was happy.
Cyborg had finally found his meaning in life.