I do not own Fruits Basket. This is a poem in Kyoko view. Warning spoiler if you have not read Volume 16
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As a child I have not even been hugged,
As a child my mother and father have ignored me,
Mother loves father and her image,
Father doesn't care for family.
I was forgotten,
I felt invisible,
I felt unwanted and unloved.
I hated feeling alone and decided to be bad,
Maybe then they would care,
But they didn't.
I started beating people up before middle school,
I was beaten up also,
But it didn't matter to anyone.
I sneaked outside at night,
But they really didn't care that I was a bad girl.
I was in a gang,
I was known as the red butterfly.
I was hateful until I fell in love,
I felt that I was wanted and loved.
So we got married,
We had a baby girl named Tohru.
Then it all went down hill when he died,
I felt like dying,
But after a few weeks I remembered that my little girl needs me.
If there was one person that needs me,
I need to stay alive for them and not be selfish.
I try my best to raise my little girl to be kind and nice,
To be a good girl unlike me who was a bad girl.
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