So yeah, decided to write something because of the feels i keep getting from Doctor who. I'm sorry for any and all mistakes in this and in my other stories.

so yeah, anyway.. Review if you can/want to!

You are the Doctor.

It doesn't matter which regeneration, your campanion, your nicknames.

In the end, you are the doctor.

Nobody else, nobody more.

You are the lonely man in the big blue box. Drifting and traveling through space.

You save people, you enchant them, you lead them by the hand to their desperate demise.

An endless cycle on your flying tardis.

You are the last Timelord.

The alien from Gallifrey that ran away.

You let your people die. You let your family die.

You are the 'man' who somehow managed to stop the Master.

You are the 'Oncoming Storm' to your sworn enemies.

You are the Destroyer of worlds'

You pick people up, travel around, pass adventures out as if they were cheap cigars or candies.

You make people addicted to your degree of Bitter Sweetness.

And when everything has gone completely crazy…

You push them away. You kill them. You leave them empty.

You'll never truly be 'The Doctor'

that everyone loves,

looks up to,

aspires to be.

Never.

You are the Villian.

The one who ran.

The one with a developing God complex.

The one who needs someone to adore him to make himself to feel better about himself.

The one who can't save someone when their life depends on it.

It's not your fault, everyone says.

Not my fault, you repeat.

You've repeated it so much, believed it so much,

You start another cycle.

Please stop, you tell yourself.

All you ever need is your TARDIS.

She might complain or disappear sometimes,

But that's okay, considering the sheer amount of stress you share on her.

You can easily put up with it.

She's your trusty companion

And the last of her own, just like you.

She won't die on you, like humans.

So meanwhile you've tried not to hurt anyone,

tried not to damage another soul,

you cant help picking another apple from the batch to please your needy whims.

You might tell yourself you don't need company

Or friends

Or loved ones

But after a long adventures end,

You can't help but feel thankful for everyone around you,

everyone who has ever helped you,

For putting up with your crazy whims

Your devious plot twists

Your flaws.

You can't help but want to yell to the whole universe, to tell them of your great companions, to let everyone know about the great humans who have helped you from killing yourself, ever since you first escaped with the faulty but perfect, TARDIS…

Thank you so very, very much!

Thanks to you, I can live…

Thanks to your patience, I feel worthy even if I am just a crazy man in a big blue box.