We start life with stars in our eyes. We grow up believing that we fit in. I grew up though. I’ve grown up an outsider, on the outside looking in waiting for someone to realize that I’m not as cold and aloof as I seem. No one notices though. No one cares. I’m just a scream in a void, cacophony of chaos. All I hear are the choruses of people telling me to shut up. All I hear is the fact that no one cares. The world just passes by while I’m cemented to the ground. I’m stuck behind while everyone else moves on. People move on and they forget. They forget how much damage they can do. They’re armed with words as sharp as knives and while sticks and stones may break my bones, words hurt so so much more.
