When I tell people I feel and I am different they just say we all are, that it's a good thing. But sometimes when I am lying in bed crying because everyone thinks I am weird I can't help but feel being different is not good. I understand that small variations of each other is a great thing it is great to be variegated. Despite this I feel different it is hard to explain it's like you have footballs and all the different footballs have different patterns. Well now imagine humans are theses football well I am like a rugby ball so different in the way I think I don't fit in the reason I am not liked why I am alone this is why I do not belong why even people close run away. And I am left once again on my own to cry In my bed to think of how no one could possibly truly care for me and as I lay there this feeling rips at me tearing me apart until morning comes and I lock the feeling away hide my tears each time loosing a part of me so the cycle can just happen again. WHY AM I DIFFERENT !
