Tears
It doesn▓t matter who you are or what you do there is just no way to stop it. Every once in a while you just have to let the mask drop.
It▓s hard to know where the tears end and the rain begins. I often find myself wondering why I allow my tears to fall, why I allow the thoughts and beliefs and words of other people to affect me so much. The voice inside my head tells me that I am so much better than these people and that I have a dream to live for. I might have believed that once, now I▓m not so sure. These people must have a reason for looking at me with those icy stares. They must have a reason for the things they say all the time, the vicious whispers and the horrendous screams directed at me must have a reason behind them. The fear parents look at me with, warning their children to stay away from me, begging and pleading with me to not harm them or their children. Even those who claim to care about me; my team. One team mate looks right through me, seeing me as nothing but an annoyance. My sensei just looks at me though I am nothing. My other team mate, I▓m only useful as long as it makes him stronger┘ otherwise I am lower than the dirt beneath his perfect feet.
Then again I suppose I should be happy that someone needs me, even if only to make themselves stronger. So I suppose that if you look at it in a certain way then my life sort of has meaning. I mean if my death means he can kill the object of his obsession then I guess my life does have some semblance of meaning.