Why does the whole world seem against me?
All I wanted was the truth
yet even that doesn't seem possible

All they see is a ditz
I wish they'd let me be me
not someone they want me to be.

Standing on the brink of reality
I watch as time flys past me.
As they don't know the truth
neither do I.

The ones I hated most
seemed to care more
not for fighting
but because they care

The ladies and the generals
guessed I wouldn'tn choose them over the Scouts
Are they in for a surprise or what?

I can't help but wonder
was everything I was told
trained to do for nothing

Yet as I wait for the final battle
surrounded by my once enemies
I finally know where I belong

To stand against the Scouts.