Alone.
That's what I am.
Even in a crowd.
Of either species,
All alone.
Not by choice,
Oh, of course not!
But,
Maybe I was meant to be alone.
Born to never have a friend,
Any one who understands.
Not one.
Nor the other.
Hated,
Banished,
Misunderstood,
By both.
But,
Maybe they are right.
Maybe,
I am a monster.
A freak.
A worthless half-breed.
I have no true home.
My own brother,
Hates me,
But whether because,
I am what I am,
Or because he is embarrassed by me.
I don't know.
I don't care.
It doesn't matter.
The only one who ever understood.
The only one I forgave,
For what I am,
Is gone.
But no matter.
Past is past.
Done is done.
I am me.
Still.
Always.
Alone.
My choices in life are,
Hide forever,
Die lonely.
Or show my feelings,
Die early.
Pain.
It's bearable.
If I ignore it.
Pretend its not there.
Pretend I the heartless hanyou,
They all think I am.
Protect the vulnerability.
The shell grows,
Daily.
More and more I give in.
I am a half-breed.
Yes.
Does that make me worthless?
I don't know.
But ever one else seems to.
So it is true.
All true.
I am
Alone.
Hated by others.
Hated by myself.
Born to suffer,
All alone.
Never to bask
In any ones smile.
Never to be wanted.
Never to be loved.
To always be
Alone.
Alone.
For ever.