What a freak.
Such a loser.
I hear these accusations and
wage War,
telling myself,
they aren't true.
A constant,
ever-long battle with myself,
and the grief induced Self Doubt.
Maybe I am different.
Maybe to some,
I'm a Freak of Nature.
Maybe to that group,
they hate me so passionately,
they want me dead.
Whatever.
They can think what they want
I no longer care.
I am
Who I am.
I may talk different
Or walk different,
but that's the thing.
I am so different compared to you
that your brain is unable to comprehend.
So it tries to.
You begin to insult me,
and try to make me change,
so I may be understandable,
but I push back against your force,
and I may come off as "mean"
or "rude"
but all I want to do,
is form a Defence
against seething pain
which I envelope in
smiles and laughter.