This is a little something I wrote down after I got in trouble with my parents.
Not gonna say exactly what I did or why I got in trouble. Because yes they are two different things.
But you can take a pretty vague guesses from this.
Not gonna say exactly what I did or why I got in trouble. Because yes they are two different things.
But you can take a pretty vague guesses from this.
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I no longer feel human. I feel as if I am some horrid abomination sent here to endure the pains and scorns of the real humans. I have the appearance, but what else of me is natural? What else.... belongs? I have needs, I have emotions. Does this not make me human? Or is there something missing? Is there something I don't have that makes me an outcast? Or perhaps... It's not the lack of something. Maybe it's the additional something I have. My abnormal, excessive quality that brands me a misfit and makes me despised by all. You cannot attack me for my birth and upbringing - It is you who are not human. But why is it that you are accepted and I am not? I've tried everything to fit in. I just want to belong. And like all other things I do in life, I have no success. The progress I have made equals nothing. Maybe the progress reflects the one who attempts to make it. Maybe I am nothing. A simple nobody with no meaning. So why do I still try? Why didn't I end it long ago? Even I don't understand why I kept fighting, or even still do. But maybe it's time to throw in the towel. This is a battle that cannot be won. Continuing fighting it probably the stupidest thing I've ever done. Or maybe... It's the smartest. Why should I give the people what they want? I may not have hope, but I have spirit. And I won't let them break that. I'll find my purpose in life. And I'll rub it in everyone's face. I'll show them they were wrong about me. I'll show them they were wrong about me. I'll show them who I am. I'll show them I'm human. I am human.
