I was so alone. And so afraid.

Then the anger took over. Why was it always me? Why wasn't anyone else treated like a monster? Why?

In the exams. Injured. Finally broken through. And I couldn't kill him. I couldn't stand it. He had someone who protected him. Why couldn't I have had that? Why couldn't I have that? Why isn't he betrayed?

I thought about it for a while.

Then, I got it. He doesn't have a monster in him.

But. The one who defeated me. He does have a monster bound to him. Why isn't he treated like me? The monster bound to him demolished the village. Why isn't he their tool? Why isn't he hated? Feared? Why isn't he turned away? He is also protected and…defended.

No…That's not right. Protected…and…what? What is that word? Why can I not know the word that fits? I do not understand. Nothing that I know fits there. They just don't fit. Protected…and…and…what is it?

I look in the girl's eyes as she defends the one with eyes like me. I look into them and…No! It can not be! No, not those eyes! She will betray him soon if it really is her.

Her eyes. Filled with protection and…love. Now I know what word fits. That horrid word. Does that word not lead to betrayal and pain? Yes. A world full of pain and blackness. The word she used to explain what I felt inside me every time I was turned away. Every time I was hated.

And the sand. The sand would not let me escape. It would not let me die. Why would it not let me die?

She said it was because of my mother's spirit. Because my mother loved me. Protecting me. But that is not it at all. It is because of my mother's hate and pain that she keeps me alive. My mother refuses to let her legacy die. How she was sacrificed. Sacrificed to make a tool. A tool to defend the village. Just a tool and nothing more. Controlled like Kankuro controls Karasu. Not an individual. I am to be a mindless, killing tool. If I am to become that I will gladly take everyone in my way down. So they won't have to suffer anymore. They will not go through what I went through. They will not feel any more pain. They will not have to watch their protected ones die. Yes. Yes, protected. Good word. Love. Horrid word. Such a horrible, terrifying word. It makes me feel so afraid. So sad.

"I'd rather love and not be loved, than loved and not be able to love."

-Unknown

Well that was Gaara-san. Not the sand monster inside him. It's my opinion that the sand monster is the one who feels so "alive" when he kills. So here is Gaara-san's confession. Which is really just inside his mind. I felt like writing this. I hope you like it and it wasn't very out of character for Gaara-san. Please review! And read the other character's confessions. Edit I realize Gaara's UNCLE was male (now), but i'm sorry how can that be a DUDE? Anyways for the "confession" it's going to stay a she because it fits better and the aunt/uncle whatever looks like a girl anyway and has pretty eyes so...yeah. Hope you enjoyed! End of Edit btw