A/N: This came about because it's a bit like how I'm feeling.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Category: Harry Potter

Time: Marauders Era.

Pairing: Remus/Sirius.

Word Count: 465

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Is it possible to feel like a million and one different people all trapped inside one body but only ever show one face to the world? The weakest, most pathetic part of you that the other million you's despise. Is it truly possible? I suppose it must be. I seem to be doing it… But is it possible to do it and stay sane? Now that is the real question. Because I sometimes feel like I'm going mad.

There are so many different parts of me, all clawing at my insides, scratching at my throat, sick of being trapped inside, begging to scream their existence to the world. And I have to keep them all locked inside.

There's the part that I show the world. The Remus Lupin that sits in a corner, reading a book, clever, quite, unnoticed, a background figure in the shadows for the rest of the world. A nobody.

Then there's the mischief maker. The Marauder in me. This bit slips out every now and again. Especially when I'm with the others. But most of the time he's kept under control. Allowed freedom for only tiny amounts of time.

There's the wolf. The animal that wants to tear the world apart. Wants the blood and the pain and the screams and the death. This me is not allowed out. It escaped once and it caused so much pain. I won't allow that to happen again. Even if it means locking every side of me away and throwing away the key. The wolf is rather strong.

Then there are lesser bits of me.

The angry young man that wants the world to recognise him for who he is. Wants them to see how special he is.

The lonely little boy who never felt love. Was shunned by his family for what he was.

The self deprecating side. The bit that cuts and scratches and hates and bleeds on its own in the dark.

The bit that hates the whole world. Wants it to come tumbling down and be left stood amongst its ruin. This part is quite close to the wolf.

And there are so many more. A million feelings between the ones I can identify easily. And I hate them all.

But then there's the bit of me that I cherish. It's tiny. Almost crushed by all the others. I let that me out very now and again. Let it live just a little bit when other people aren't watching. That is the me that loves him. The Moony buried somewhere deep inside that loves his Padfoot. That would do anything to make him happy.

I like that me. He's worth the other million hated others. Because that me loves you so much. And it's such a nice feeling to have.

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A/N: I feel all sad now. What do you think?