• I am nothing but a freak.
    Nothing special and spends all days in the corner.
    From the moment I enter that hellish place I was imediantly tortured.
    My grandmother and mother told me that I was special and that I was pretty.
    I knew that they were lying.
    No one wouldn't even look at me, not even the people who wanted to help me.
    Rumors erupted saying that I was a snitch.
    But I was only trying to get help.
    But deep down it made me weak in both body and soul.
    For years I wanted to cry but never got the chance to shed a single tear without being teased.
    As I pass the people who thought I was a ghost they glare over me with hate.
    I have horrible visions of knives, rocks, and a red sea.
    I felt scared and tried to hold back.
    I realize then that I wasn't only a freak; I was a monster.
    I shall burn in Hell for the things I cause and no one would forgive me.
    There's no light at the end of the tunnel but a deep dark pit.
    Mother's advice was to keep smiling.
    But i felt no emotion behind my smile. No happiness, no excitment; nothing.
    I only knew anger, fear, and sadness.
    What does that make me?
    I try so hard to have friends but my last one betrayed me and stole something from me.
    I don't know what to make of my new friend in High School but she's an old friend and I guess I could trust her. Could I?
    I try so hard to impress people but everything goes all wrong.
    My family say that I'm not a freak nor a monster.
    I knew in their eyes that they were lying.
    I cause such misery in our lives.
    I try to feel like other people.
    To Love, to play, to at least talk to someone but none of that comes true.
    I would never be loved by anyother human being.
    My parents provide me with the sancturary I need but no one else would ever love me or at least gaze upon me.
    Why am I hated by others?
    I'm nothing; I'm just a ugly monsterous Freak.