There are many times when I feel as if I am hated
By my best friends whom I hold so dear
Because of a mere stereotype I am treated as worthless.
And I go hide and I cry because my only friends laugh at me, not with me.

I have fallen in love with one woman before
her name Saphire, like the gem so blue
The most beautiful I have ever soon whom to others none can compare
Then I find she loves but another
And I retreat to the sewers and I cry

Sometimes I feel as if all if it has to do with one thing
As if it is based on my race..my troll blood
Well I cant change that, its my heritage
And not a chance in hell that I will reincarnate
I wont throw away something that is near and dear to me

Many things I treasure and hold true
My Guild, my city, my friends, Saphire whom I still love, and always of course, Twilight
My Guild, the Serpentlords. My city, Hashan. my friends, my best friends, Grellek, Mianros and Azazel
I think that when they all laugh at me its because of one thing
Because I am a troll.

I run and hide and cry
I feel so alone, so hated, sometimes.
Sometimes I feel shunned by my best friends simply because I am troll.
I feel that perhaps Saphire isnt really in love with another, but its because I am troll. But you trust those you love
I cant ever seem to find a way to express myself, so I hide in the sewers and cry

I once wondered if I was hated by some for who I am
That was when one of my troll brethren decided I must die over and over
Then I realized that it was just Cooper being himself and disgracing our race
Becuase Cooper is a jerk.

I sometimes cant take it all and I make bad choices.
I am forgiven easily, and not punished.
They say I punished myself enough, but what does it mean?
I dont feel that I ever punished myself.
In fact, when I am discriminated against for being troll, I feel as if that is punishment.

I get so mixed up and I cant deal with my emotions.
I dont even understand them all
I just turn to my friends, my guild, my city, and I can never seem to hear their answer, wether they speak or not
my only salvation is the sewers where I run to, and I hide somewhere, and I just cry.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Scarlatan, in the year 246 AF.