Everyday people look at me like im a freak. Someone that isn't pure enough to walk on this planet. Only because im diffrent.
My hair is short and spikey. My eyes dull sometimes and lifeless when they speak to me. The unatural sheen of my skin of sickly pale causes them to think im a sick monster of some sort.
But its my ability to change myself into someone im not that freaks them out the most. Im the cheeky girl in class who smiles and says hi to everyone who passes her, then next im the solitary child who avoids everyones gaze and makes herself seem smaller. The anger that suddenly dwells when the litlest thing happens sets fear in them.
Im the crazy girl who no one wants to know. My constant worry of whats around the corner makes tem believe the child before them is nothing.
I am nothing. All but a simple dream created by the dreamer of dreams and the darkness. I am the dreamer of dreams, and because of this one factor it means im nothing but fleeting memories.
I have no place in this world. No one cares about the girl who has no place in the world. No one cares if shes here today and gone tomarrow.
They don't care if shes so close to vanishing. They don't care if she wilts away like all flowers under their feet do.
I know they dont care about me or my feelings, im all but a shadow. But I dont care... And yet I do... Thier cruel words are like knive. Thier punches and kicks are like a desease that spreads. Their cruel acts of torturing me and my passions hurt my soul, for thats who I am.
I have no place here, so why stay? I stay because I love the morning air. I love the soft light of tne moon in the cool night air. It prepares me for my fears of tomorrow. It reminds me of those who do care for me. As for those who cast me out me because of my awkardness, thank you. You are the ones who strengthen me for what is to come, but it is my true friend who drive me to stay on this earth.
Thank you everybody