a costume for every occasion

all my life i'v been only three things a freak, a tool, a nobody. but for the past eighteen years i'v medicated my condition like every sane creature i hide behind a mask.
im sure you would if your skin constantly made you shift into any living thing you come into contact with. i remember a poem that i read before i was adopted by the military for medical use.

i'm one of the lucky few
to capture the allure
in the elegance of symmetry
between torment
and flowers in bloom.

i soon learns that this is exactly like how i was treated, i was made to be nothing but a flower waiting to be plucked and put to work. that is, till i killed everyone on the base but do to the drugs constantly introduced into my system i stayed the age i had been adopted at. when the cops and fire fighters arrived all they saw was a little boy that resembled that of a girl surrounded by hundreds of dead body's crying my eyes out. what they thought were sad tears were really tears of releafe.
i was entered into the social serves system and that is where my story starts