Exhaustion

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Exhaustion

No more. I can't do this anymore, I don't want to do this anymore. I can't do this anymore.

Smiling at every glare, grinning at every jab and harsh word, taking it all in and bearing the weight of my mask and the lies, that seems to double every day, and all while seeing the hatred my own village holds for me despite my attempts at proving to them my existence is my own and not merely an extension of the demon in which I jail.

At just twelve, I'm already exhausted. My mind strained and tired, exhaustion taking over my being and not allowing me to enjoy anything anymore. Saving face is no reason to live, and unless I was simply born to be a scapegoat, even I have begun to doubt my existence's meaning.

But, yet, I still bear it all with a much-faked grin.

Maybe, I'm masochist. Kyuubi certainly thinks so.

Is it so wrong to hope for confirmation that your existence isn't solely to allow others to vent?