For being diffrent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
All my life i was not like others and I was hated for it, its painful and yet......

Submitted: September 27, 2013

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For being diffrent

As a kid I never realy spoke to anyone at all,

just went on my own way not bothering to try to make freinds because in my mind the only thing i would need to keep me compeny was books, storys, and my self,

years past and slowly I began to grow tierd of lifeless storys so I try to make a friend,

at first they accepted me but then they saw the scar on my shoulder and treated me like I was a beast in a cage,

I was bullied for years and I tried to tell but no one did anything,

they couldent,

it has been 11 years now and I am 16 and I am left in the shadows like before,

only now there is no way out,

I whear shirts that cover my shoulders out of fear of being rejected or tareted again like when I was small,

no smile on face often anymore because where is the point if you are alone?

from the shadows I watch sadly as others interact happily,

but thouse are on good day's in my case,

on bad days I have to deal with there wispering and gossiping about me,

don't they know how much this hurts?

if so why do it if they know the pain?

do they find pleasure in this?

I am no diffrent then them so what gives them the right?

the people who stand by do nothing to help at all,

no one will save me from this madness,

no one is willing to hear my cries and wails,

there is just no one but myself there for me,

but over the years I only learned one thing,

Revenge.

 


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