Did you see me as I was passing by? Did you notice that strange look in my eyes, like a man who's been fighting for his life, his whole life, and nothing but his life? It's not a good look, but it's mine, and I wear it with as much pride as I can muster. One day I hope to look back and see a person I barely recognize. I hope that I'll be kind, and good, and loving. I hope that I'll have a family of my own, instead of latching onto everyone else's. It's not that they mind. In fact, most of them like me pretty well. It just isn't mine. When it comes down to it, I will always be a second priority. And that's as it should be. It's just hard when that's all you know. You know?