I've been trying to publish this for ages. *pouts and cuddles Gilbert*

I don't own this manga. I wasn't even alive when it was written XD

Please review when you finish reading :D

"I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people."

~John Lennon

You're just like me, aren't you, Serge? You try to pretend and you try to fit in, but you feel just as I do, don't you? (You're a fool for thinking they'll just accept you. They never will. They never do.)

You know what it's like to feel lonely and angry, don't you?

You don't belong here either, do you?

People judge you over stupid things, isn't that right? As if something as silly as who your parents are can define who you are. (As if you could define me simply from what I like to do.)

You're different from the others, and that frightens them- just like me. No matter how they play on liking you, they hate you just as much as anyone. They can never really trust you, as they can never really trust me.

People assume that I'm a bad person, just for doing things I like. I'm going to Hell for loving people- and that's what makes me different.

You're a freak, as I'm a freak. Just for different reasons. That's what I would like to think, anyway.

You know what it's like to be hated and lonely. But you don't know what it's like to be so hated that you end up hating them in return. You still love the world. You see some sort of light in the darkness all around us.I suppose that's the one difference between you and I. Because some people are smart enough to see how you really are on the inside. Nobody bothers with me.

Nobody but you.

You don't hate me like the others do. I'm not just another toy to you, or another pretty face. You look at me and you see just another person. I might say that's all I ever wanted, but I'm not so sure about what I want anymore. I know Augu doesn't want me. I don't know what to do.

If I just want you to hold me, if I only want a single kiss, you give me that and nothing more. You, more than anyone else, can understand how I feel. You, more than anyone else, know that I am human. You, more than anyone else, know that I am broken. But you don't try to fix me, and that's what I like most about you.

You don't see me as a pet to be trained. You don't mind if I don't fit in with high society, because you don't either. Because you know I'll never fit in. You know that I'll always be shunned, and regarded with suspicion, because of what I am.

Because when all is said and done, all you are is a freak like me.