Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VII Poems ❯ Cloud: Somebody, Anybody ( Chapter 20 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Somebody, Anybody
When I was little,
I was always thinking...
About how I'll be
this great hero.
Not some pathetic zero.
About how I'll change the world.
Be the best there is...
Then I grew up.
I finally faced reality.
Sometimes thinking about
how and why nobody
seemed to need me.
I wanted to be somebody.
Not just an anybody...
All those built up stories
about me as a hero,
those are just lies.
Soemthing Tifa encouraged
in my little fantasy world.
Where I wasn't...
the frail little boy
with no self-esteem.
Or confidence
for that matter.
And yet,
people still stand by me.
This group of people
I have learned to
actually count on.
Despite they may leave...
I couldn't handle that.
Not now...
Not after Aeris,
Zack and even Sephiroth.
After Jenova was gone,
I just did the easiest
thing in this world.
I killed a man to save it.
A man.
Not some great
supernatural wonder
you might think.
Just someone who was as
troubled and broken
as I was.
Does that classify me
as a "somebody" now?
If so, I take it back.
Forget "somebody".
I'm just happy to
be a body.
Even an "anybody".
When I was little,
I was always thinking...
About how I'll be
this great hero.
Not some pathetic zero.
About how I'll change the world.
Be the best there is...
Then I grew up.
I finally faced reality.
Sometimes thinking about
how and why nobody
seemed to need me.
I wanted to be somebody.
Not just an anybody...
All those built up stories
about me as a hero,
those are just lies.
Soemthing Tifa encouraged
in my little fantasy world.
Where I wasn't...
the frail little boy
with no self-esteem.
Or confidence
for that matter.
And yet,
people still stand by me.
This group of people
I have learned to
actually count on.
Despite they may leave...
I couldn't handle that.
Not now...
Not after Aeris,
Zack and even Sephiroth.
After Jenova was gone,
I just did the easiest
thing in this world.
I killed a man to save it.
A man.
Not some great
supernatural wonder
you might think.
Just someone who was as
troubled and broken
as I was.
Does that classify me
as a "somebody" now?
If so, I take it back.
Forget "somebody".
I'm just happy to
be a body.
Even an "anybody".