I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry you have to talk to me. I'm sorry I can't met your standards. I never asked to be like this. I had no control over it. I know you don't want to be here. I'm sorry. Sorry that I was made broken. I try to be kind. I try to be friendly. I try to be smart bi try to be open. I try to be normal. But that's not enough is it. Is it? No matter how hard I try to be enough, but as long as I'm not your standards I'm not. All I wanted to be was different. But when I got older I found out that they don't want different. They tried to break me. What they didn't know is that you can't break what is already broken. I wish they never knew. You may not be able to break the broken but they did try. I wanted to be different and now I am. Who knew that normal was a beautiful curse.
