Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon so please refrain from suing me for writing fan fiction

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon so please refrain from suing me for writing fan fiction. Thanks and enjoy!

Façade

They all think I'm so perfect. "Boy genius." That's what they call me. But that's not the real me. The real me is trapped inside, screaming to get out. The real me wants to go out and be like every other kid. No more TV interviews. No more constant studying. Just me.

But I can't do that. They all expect me to be perfect; like some animal trotted out to perform, day after day for all eternity. And that's not me--it's a façade, an act. It sickens me. I hate it! And I can't escape it.

Funny. The one thing I can't save myself from is…myself. Real funny. Ha ha. I'm laughing. Laughing real hard. Everyone out there…they think they know me, but they don't. And they never will. Never. I'll never be me.

Why can't I be myself? Am I…scared? Afraid to lose? Afraid to fail? I just want to be me. The real me. Not the boy that always gets 'A's on every test. Not the star soccer player. Me. But that's impossible. Not that anyone cares about that person. They would miss the other me too much to care about how I felt. Too bad for me. Too bad.

And then Ken Ichijouchi buried his face in his hands…and cried.

(A/N: I think I got Ken's last name right. Please tell me if I didn't!)