Disclaimer: I own nothing. Kinda like the guy in the box next to my trashcan.

Author's Note: The beginning takes place after Kaiba's first duel with Yugi. His thoughts kind of get carried away from there. Also, I may have skewered the lyrics a bit, but it fits better with Kaiba's ranting.

It's Not Easy To Be Me

I can't stand to fly. I'm not that naïve.

I knew I would lose someday. It's been there in the back of my mind. Waiting. The fear started small, but grew bit by bit by each win. I have always feared it.

I'm just out to find the better part of me.

At the orphanage my cares were few. Take care of Mokuba, look for a good family who will take us both. I was good then. But that good has long since gone, and left me here.

I'm more than a bird; I'm more than a plane. I'm more than some pretty face beside a train.

I'm more than a duelist. I'm a brother. Sometimes I forget that. Then everything catches up with me, and I lose hold of my primary goal, to be a good brother.

It's not easy to be me.

I have to leave. I cannot concentrate. Mokuba will be fine by himself here. He will be looked after until I can return. I lost myself again. I lost who I am. I have to get out of here.

Wish that I could cry. Fall upon my knees.

How could I lose to him? How? I am the number one duelist in the world. He is a nobody. How? How could he summon Exodia? I didn't lose everything. He took everything.

Find a way to lie about a home I'll never see.

I've never seen my true parents. Only Kaiba, who was anything but kind. Yet he was kind, to take us in. To let us inherit his fortune. But I must remember, I was not always, nor am I truly, a Kaiba.

It may sound absurd, but don't be naïve.

It's weird to think that way. Even though almost as far back as I can remember I have been known as 'Kaiba' I really am not a Kaiba. I am Seto, I think. I don't really know at all anymore.

Even heroes have the right to bleed.

This loss has gotten to me. I am allowed to lose. I'm just like anyone else on this earth, a human. Humans make mistakes.

I may be disturbed, but what you won't concede: Even heroes have the right to dream.

Sometimes I wonder what my life could have been like. Had I went away with the first family willing to take me in. Would I be cruel? Would I be kind? Would I have been the former duel monster champion of the world? Sometimes I wish I could live a simple life, without such complications.

It's not easy to be me.

I wish I could just stop thinking. I am in a peaceful place, a place to rest, yet I cannot stop thinking. Look what you have done to me Yugi. Look at me. I am pathetic. Thinking can save you, but being left alone to your thoughts can tear you apart.

Up, up and away! Away from me. It's alright. You can all sleep soundly tonight. I'm not crazy or anything.

I remember a woman at the orphanage told me "You try to do to much." I do do to much. I do to much thinking. Sometimes I wish I could get away from myself. Lately though, all I've wanted was to be away. And I am away. What now?

I can't stand to fly. I'm not that naïve. Men aren't meant to ride with clouds between their knees.

I new that being ranked number one wouldn't last. There will always be someone better than me. I hate that.

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet, digging for kryptonite on this one way street.

Yugi only won because of Exodia. That is the only reason. Exodia is my only weakness. Exodia is everyone's weakness. That weakness means nothing.

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet looking for special things inside of me.

I am really no better than anyone else. Yugi towers above us all with that one monster. The one monster no one had ever summoned. Could I have summoned him? Am I good enough for that?

It's not easy to be me.