Hello ya'll! Lol. Any who, this is my first Final Fantasy 7 fic. It's more like a poem based on Cloud's feeling about himself. It can take place during Advent Children, or the game, it doesn't matter. Use your imagination people! It's sorta' depressing. Anyway, enjoy the poem and thanks for reading. (I don't own FF7, Advent Children, or Cloud, boohoo)

I Am

I don't want to be a SOLDIER

I don't want to be a martyr

I don't want to be a hero

I don't want to be me.

I want to be forgiven

I want to be loved

I want to be peaceful

I want to be whole.

I am not perfect

I am not trusting

I am not mind-set

I am not dreaming.

I am sinful

I am sad

I am sick

I am wasting away.

I hate myself

I hate panic

I hate death

I hate blood.

No one can save me

No one can love me

No one can trust me

No one can believe in me.

My life, who I am, the people in it, are desperate digits of a crazed world. I no longer understand my place. Who am I? Why am I here? Was I a mistake? Am I a killer? Am I a puppet?