From A Place Called HATRED - A Murder Drones and Co fanfic

45 - Sorrow.

What is it to be the strongest? its to be the most powerful, most lively, most everything person, but why, how come i? probably the strongest here...

can only feel sorrow

as i look in the fragmented mirrors of my many selves, i do see everyone but me, they all look something, while im covered in my own self injuries.

i created a world for myself. but somehow. the world i claimed my own does not recognise me as a valid person in it.

i used to have shiny pink hair! i loved pink, it has faded back to my brown. sight blocking hair

what about my colorful green eyes? everyone loved to talk about my eyes!
they are green, but nobody really cares about your eyes, nor your face in the matter

people kept claiming that my smile was unique!
but have they ever saw me truly smile?

people claimed to love my outfit choices!

the outfit were clothes i never washed. and always the same.

people love me! i know they do!

yet why are they never here when i require them?

Someone spiritual said i had a heart of gold for someone with such a dark soul!

i never had a soul. well. it wasn't mine. it was just a baseplate for someone else.
my heart isn't gold. its missing. its gone.

im able to wipe universes, realities, give people powers, i can do anything and everything, but why do i never do anything with them

right. sorrow. despite being able to do anything, the fact of staying afloat in the middle of nowhere and in dark places is more welcoming than anyone could ever be.

i decided to take a trip to see a newest addition to the unique boys.

he seems happy. they all do.

white hair, white eyes, full of determination, ready to work out everything he can.

the other has mostly the same thing, brown fluffy hair, green vibrant eyes, glasses reflecting his handsomeness. taken by a sweet person.

a machine has more ambition than me. how insulting. maybe i should ya know, cry about it?

its all i can do anyway.

i can destroy, but why would i? i can hate people for having a relationship, even if its unreasonable, but killing or doing anything is too far. or is it the hate i feel because im unable to be like them?

that purple haired robot. she's atleast above the lumines... i could simply annihilate her, but it isn't me, the real me is being a dirty rat stuck in a box called space.