Book of My IDEAs : Eternal Imagins of Broken Brain

Troll

This is short poem and no fiction

I've always thought I was normal.
But as time goes by, people say that I'm weird.
My psychology slowly twisted, getting hurt day by day by words of Humans.
This universe have proved that everything I had ever thought was wrong.
I wasn't the right person.
The same was true in the past and in the present.
So sometimes I thought I didn't want to live.
But I hate the pain of the moment I die.
So I decided to live "unavoidably."

Now no one calls me an ordinary person.
This was only possible in "Fiction," but nobody say anything to me, and now everyone's "troll."

And now, i can understand you, children who was born at "Lebensborn" in Nazi Germany.