Average, never uniform. Irregular. Not consider the 'norm'. Outcasted, rejected, neglected, apprehensive.

Delusional, Alone...

The words stung not only forever ingrained. Becoming forever dynamic. Identity. 

She realized the usefulness now. Presumably worthless, forever unwanted. Earth was merely a temporary home.. 

She did not see and her eyes refused to believe. What was in front of her, implanted in her memory. 

Taking the knife, she bled out her life. 

Drunken from within, this was not who she was... 

Where to begin? 

Days passed, as she felt more unknown. 

Nothing short of atrocity, a monstrosity. 

None would ever know: for she walked alone. 

The occassional teacher would give her a courteous nod. 

While she smiled feebly, dying slowly on the inside. 

Becoming forever scarred, and mauled. 

She would remember. The ones who gave her reasons...

Reasons to live within this treacherous life. 

She would fight, giving it her all. 

All because one teacher recognized,

She was destined to fall. 

She went home, took the knife was about to rake it across her skin and take her life...

Forever revolutionized. Never the same. 

She went to her room, throwing the knife away and drowing her worries down the drain.