People always look at me with a bad expression on their face.
They always said bad things about me.
They always glared at me.
They never cared for me.
They never spared me a second glance.
No one knew what it felt like to have a demon trapped inside them.
No one knew how hard it was to endure the hateful glares.
No one knew how hard it was to find someone who would accept the demon boy.
No one cared about me.
I was blind.
I forgot the joys of having a family.
Having someone to care for you.
Having someone to accompany you when you are scared.
No one could understand the pain of mine.
Until I met someone who accepted me.
They accepted me for what I was, not how I looked or what was trapped inside me.
I was ready to start my life over again.
For the people that actually cared.
For the people who didn't care what the villagers thought.
For the people who wanted to protect me.
I will protect them for how they wanted to protect me.
Even if I have to give my own life away to the devil.
I will protect them.
-Gaara (unexcpected isn't it?)