Happiness
It's a different kind of lonely when you don't fit in. You know it's not really your fault, and you can't do anything about it. Yeah, you can, you can change and act like one of them, but then you'll have to avoid all the reflections and mirrors, too disgusted to look at that thing those people call you. It isn't you, that disgusting, distorted, bizarre, and eccentric face, it's smiling back at you. Only feeling you get while looking at that godforsaken brute; it's unhealthy, it's making you sick to your stomach.
It's not you.
It shouldn't be you.
But, it is.
Because you are too scared.
Too frightened to be alone, to be called different.
So are you happy now? Satisfied?
Being called something you aren't. BEING something you aren't.
Are you happy now that you aren't alone anymore?
Surrounded by everyone forbye yourself.
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