Surrounded by those I love

yet so utterly alone..

the voices in my head tell me I am not isolated

but i know it is them that cause me to drift apart from normal people.

Normal? No... I am so different.. I am not human

I Am The Last. Pitied by few, Ridiculed by many.

My mother was killed by greed and selfishness. I do not know of my father.

I can only hope they were good people.. for i do not remember them.

I was spared... for that i dont know why. Perhaps suffering is the only way to true happiness. For, true joy would not exist without true misery, right?

My friends surround me. I do not know what they think of me.

Weak... misfit...freak... call me what you want. Ive grown past such downfalls of humanity. The world is full of monsters in human form. Jealousness, envy and hate have brought it on themselves.

Why can't the world live in harmony? what can anyone possibly gain from such behaviours?

.....But then again, I am not one of them, so perhaps I'll never understand.

I know I may not be strong in body, but I am strong in mind. I will never give up believing in myself and my capabilities. I cannot risk it.

The world is counting on me. The one who was so awkward to the planet and never fit in... will be their only hope. My only request to forfitting my life, would be that the new world will be a better place. May the spirit of all that is holy live within your souls from now until you become a part of it. Good luck, and good bye. This was the best that I could do....