
The Price of Being Different
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I stare at the mirror,
Trying to understand why everyone hates me so.
The people at school whispered and laughed.
The adults sneered and turned up their nose.
Surrounded by echoes,
I fall against the floor with a cry.
Holding my hands against my ears, I ask,
"What is the truth? And what is a lie?"
The depression reappears,
Each insult being carved into my delicate skin.
The crimson flood and masochistic comfort
Unleash the beast that dwells within.
Tears blur my vision.
I think about the things my mother has said.
"You're a burden I wish I didn't have to deal with.
Why can't you be more like your sister instead?"
A sob escapes from my lips as I recall all the battles I thought I won.
The war wages on though,
And I'm desperately reaching out for someone.
How could this happen?
They've blacklisted me for the clothes that I wear
And for how silent I am.
They honestly think I don't care.
As I enter reality,
My mind is calmed once again.
I clean my face,
Fix my makeup,
And stand.
This is the price I have paid for being different than man.
I just wanted to be loved,
But was left without a single friend in the end.