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!)
