No one understands me. It's an overused phrase, but it rings true to me. It's hard being different. Almost every teenager feels like they're not "normal", but I'd like to know who the hell decides what normal is. In all honesty, if you're not a straight white man, you're not society's definition of normal. Call me crazy, but I'd rather be socially unacceptable than a photocopy of a Barbie doll.
On top of my "fuck society" attitude, I'm socially unacceptable because I'm punk. I've been called emo, faggot, a devil worshiper, and every cruel word imaginable. I may dye my hair too much, and the music I love doesn't get played on popular radio stations, but I'm still human.
It baffles me how people who don't even know me feel like they can just judge me because I'm not like them. I don't let it get too under my skin; their cruel attitudes will never get them anywhere in life and I realize that. I try to hold my head high, but sometimes it gets hard. I rarely let anyone see when it gets to me; I've learned from my past mistakes and know now that letting people see my true colors only gets me hurt. I'm the only one who cares about my pain anyway. In the end, there's no one by our sides.
My name is Russell, and I am alone.
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