I hear them outside, playing
and laughing, wishing so
hard to be with them. To be
accepted and not outcasted.
The outcast. Yea, thats what
they all call me. Heh. Was
my nickname in school for
the longest of times.
Was never easy, moving
every other year. I hated
the military so much. I finally
make a friend and bam time to go.
I'm shy by nature. I try
really i do try not to be.
But how can you be something
your not?
A bookworm, another nickname.
I like to read, whenever i get
free time i have a book in my
hand. They never understood that.
I was outcasted, marked as a
nerd or a geek or whatever
suited them to call me for
that week.
Sure it hurt. But i never
showed it. Till that one
day. They made me cry
with the names they called.
You see, they don't
understand what i
had to go through
while growing up.
Your too fat! Why
are you so stupid!
What the hell are you
doing, don't u ever think!
I guess he thought
it would toughen me
up. Calling me names
and such.
Don't think it really
worked. I think it had
the opposite effect.
Heh. Life sucks sometimes.
I'm all grown up now.
Haven't really changed.
They are still all out
there, while i'm still in here.
My own little world.
I'll fit in one day.
You'll see it'll be me
out there. But, till then,
i'll still be the outcast.
Alone.
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