Odd. That's what I am. I'm odd. Can't do anything, can give anything, never gets anything person.
Careless. No one cares about what you think. They don't care how you feel. Yes, it's harsh, that's what makes us human. But the odds get it ten to twenty times harder. You try and try, but you can't get anywhere. Its almost like an illusion. Enough happy moments to keep you hooked, hiding the slow decline your falling into.
Worthless. Can't do anything. Nothing you can do is right. All your ideas are held back, back by everything. Held back because your odd. Everyone around you is successful, happy. Only because you gave up your happy, successful future for them. Why? Because your odd.
Boring. Is your life really fun, full of adventure? No, of course not. Nothing goes as planned, plans change behind your back, and your ultimately left out of everything. What you want to do doesn't matter to anyone. They all have their plans.
Silent. That's the obvious giveaway sign your different. Your silent, because you have no control, forced to go along because you don't want to lose your only friends. But why? They never cared for you. Are they really freinds? Your illusional life says so. You have had enough "fun" times with them, enough happy moments to think they are. But their not. In the end, your left in their dust.
"Jokes", they call it. It's all fun jokes. Made them laugh at least. Hey, your the kind, caring guy. The odd one out who was so nice, so caring you gave your happy future away to them. But the joke wasn't funny. And they don't care. They ask why your sad, why your down, and abandon, tease you for it. They leave you, thinking your crazy, when they are your problem. Leave them, they all say. Find new people. But it's different your being held back. The only one thing you can do is leave, and be bullied by that.
Loneliness. That's your second to last rock bottom point. Done, alone, silent. You see your "friends" have fun, and they ask you to join. You decline for one reason. Your odd. You wouldn't be welcomed to joined. They probrably even meant it as a joke. No, they don't care about you. Leave you to do your thing. Alone. But loneliness can be so easy. Caring for only yourself is easy. You've been doing it since you were six. That's the only one thing your good at. Loneliness.
Odd. Thats all you are. Odd. You can't do anything right. Your ideas are stolen, your creativity is dead inside. No one cares what you can learn, even it's a language no one can understand. All they care about is the person sitting just right next to you. Why? Because he's not odd. He may be stupid, Knowledge defficient, and may even be (no offense, my phams) sped. But he's still better than you, odd one out.
And you'll always be that way.
