Poem of Gaara.
To them I am simply a object of the past that they wish to disappear.
Then why do I exist?
Why am I alive?
When I thought about this I found no answer but as you live you need a reason otherwise it's the same as being dead.
Then I came to a conclusion.
I exist to kill every human except myself.
fighting only for myself.
And living while only loving myself.
If you think everybody else simply lives to experience the feeling.
Then nothing is better then that world.
As long as there's people in this world for me to kill and experience the joy of life.
Then my existence will not vanish.