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the truth is i realize every day a new flaw within me and i come to terms with the unorthodox soul i have— the one that people avoid, the one that feels too much, the one that defends itself harshly because it's been stabbed one too many times. and i question the stares, the avoidance, but it's always clearer with every recognition that i am just not meant to be liked— but secluded— away from those i can taint with my unorthodoxy.
