Another poem I decided to write just for the heck of it. This poem is basically told through Cloud's point of view, during his stay in the Lifestream with Tifa, as he questions in his mind if his life was more than it had while in his mental state.

Please r/r after reading this and no flames please.

Disclaimer : Yadda, yadda, yadda, I don't own FF7, yadda, yadda, yadda. Squaresoft is the one that owns FF7, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Am I real

Am I real?

Do I deserve to exist?

Exist in this world--- this world that is about to end in chaos

My dreams--- everything I had once believed in

Are my dreams now shattering?

Shattering into a million pieces

Like a vase falling into the surface, receiving it's end of life

Receiving it's un-expecting end

Is my life coming to an end as well?

Am I real?

Has my mind been lying to me?

Making me believe that I was that little boy

That little boy who had a dream

A dream to be in the arms of a certain someone

While being embraced by the sweet fragrance of love

But was that memory a lie all along?

Am I real?

My eyes, my voice, my skin, my body

Are they truly a part of me?

Did I come from my mother's womb?

Or was I created, meant to be just like the silver-haired beast?

Meant to cause fear

Meant to break spirits

Was I meant to have no heart, like the silver-haired beast

Am I real?

Am I the owner of my name?

The name that I had owned

The name that everyone knew

The name that followed me

Followed me wherever I went

But, does my name still belong to me?

Or do I deserve no name?

Am I real?

Have I been a puppet all along?

My strings of fate being controlled

Controlled by the puppet master

By the puppet master from up above

Up above the little stage called life

And leering down at me

As I play the role of a mercenary

A mercenary that has failed

Am I real?

A question I still ask

While feeling lost

Lost in this pool of confusion

Not knowing what to believe

Not knowing what to feel

Not knowing what to say

Letting my soul slip away from me

Letting my soul and body be separated

Slowly giving in to depression of mindless sorrow

If I truly have no name

If I truly have no memories

If I truly am a puppet

If I truly wasn't real

Then what am I doing in this world?

This world full of illusion

Where lies of reality conquer over truths of reality

In this stage of an illusionary world

Where I am the one that plays

Plays with my own strings of fate

Where it is I that is truly my own puppet master

Of this illusionary life

Okay, sorry if this poem seemed confusing and pointless. To sum it all up, this poem starts off with Cloud questioning himself during the events in Lifestream. Cloud feels confused and lost as to what his point in life is. But as the poem ends, Cloud realizes that he is living in his own illusionary world, not in reality. So basically, since Cloud has kept forcing himself to live in his own world in order for his lies(you know being in SOLDIER and taking over Zach's role in the events of five years ago in Neibelhem which truly was a lie) to be real to him, he has forgotten to know his true self because of that. So, because of living in his illusionary world so long , he starts to question if he truly has a purpose to live in the real world.

Once again, I apologize for writing a horrible poem that is confusing. But please, don't flame me for it. Just give me constructive criticism instead.

Thank you for reading anyways. ^_^