FallenTruth: Firstly just so you know I do love HoroHoro and I don't know why I write things like this about him. I want him to be happy really!

HoroHoro: Could have fooled me!

FallenTruth: Forgive me!

HoroHoro: Maybe if I don't die in your next fic

FallenTruth: Heh heh of .. course not heh heh. (hides quickly)

HoroHoro: Just so you all know she does not own Shaman King that is a completely different and brilliant person who actually has brains

FallenTruth: (muffled due to being hidden) Why are you so mean? Anyway on with the very short fic and I apologise for the random rhymey bits Ididn't mean to do that honest!

Broken

I look out at them from behind my mask and they look back unseeing. They don't see what is really here. No one knows I am crying inside. I just hide it better than Ren does. I just feel different to them. I try to reach out from behind my cage, but no one ever reaches back. They don't know that they have to. They are oblivious to my pain. When will it end? Every smile I make or every laugh that rips from my throat is another bar in my cage trapping my emotions trapping me inside. Even Pirika does not see she is blind to me. They are all so blind. Why can't they see? I want them to know how I am tortured inside. I want them to help me please. I look out, but no one looks back all they see is the mask and they forgot there is a person behind it.

The mask is beginning to meld with me. It is becoming my face stretched out of shape unrecognisable. Soon there will only be the mask and nothing will look out. There will be no reason to look out. I am crying out, but no one can hear they are all deaf to me. Deaf to my pleas for freedom, forgiveness and love. I scream all the louder, but the mask constricts my movement. It laughs at my struggles and me. It laughs all the harder when the tears come hidden by the mask. Tears that burn their path down my face melding the mask all the faster. I look at them all with their smiles on their faces and I hate them. I hate them all and what they stand for. They are just extra bars keeping me inside, but without them there would be no reason to come out. I am trapped in a cage of my own making. Trapped by myself. I need to get out. Will someone please help me? Will someone please hear me? Will someone please free me? Will someone please see me? I look out, but still no one looks back.

Can I be anything else? I have lived with the mask for so long what happens if it finally breaks? Will I be me? I know how I feel, but I have hidden it so long and so well will they believe me? Will they like me? I have to tell someone anyone that I am in here. That way they can find me please before it's too late. I don't know whom to trust. I don't know who I am anymore. I have been the happy go lucky Ainu for so long that the real me is broken. There are but pieces of me to put together like a jigsaw. Maybe I will see the pattern that is me. I look up and see the one who knows what it's like to be me. He truly sees. I look out and he looks back, he looks back at me.