We are not so different.
We both are misunderstood by our peers.
We both have something inside us that makes us different from all the rest.
We both wear masks to shield our emotions.
We both have strength no one believed we had.
We both know the difference between good and evil.
We both walk the fine line between the two.
We both are orphans.
We both know that our worlds will never be perfect.
We both have scars on our foreheads.
We both have messy hair.
The only difference is, in the end I died, while you live on.