Even now, a voice yelling "you're so useless!" still rings in my ears.
I continued to subsume all of my anger and humilation into another personality. The price that I paid was that every place that's ever been precious to me has been destroyed one after another.
A friend who had trusted me turned to look at me with fear in his eyes.
The kind of person I am means I will probably go my whole life without ever being understood by anyone else.
Only those who have experienced it can truly understand the crushing emptiness of forever being on the outside looking in.
Every time I opened my mouth, I was made fun of and laughed at.
I had no other way to argue back, so instead I shut them up with my fists.
I did this over and over, and before I knew it, I was all alone.
My mother.
My only friend.
I had thought that I still had those important things, at least, but by the time I realized what was happening, I had nothing left.
I once made a promise to live an honest life, but even now, I still can't keep it.
By the time I understood that I had been born looking unusual, I had already fallen into the depths of hell.
I kept running away, trying desperately to escape from their horrified gazes, and before I knew it, I was standing at the precipice of loneliness.
I want to connect with someone.
I want to be able to believe in someone without reservation.
I want to be accepted the way that I am.
Holding onto those wishes that will never come true, I wandered aimlessly through the city under the cover of night.
I've never seen my mother's face, and I don't know who nor where my father is.
The only adult I ever believed in thought I was a "special kid", and he built me up only to betray me.
I was brought to prison without even understanding that I had committed a crime, and was told that from that day forward I would spend the rest of my life here.
A windowless room. A cold, unfeeling monitor. Stiff iron bars fitted over every entrance.
This became my entire world.
A humorless laugh welled up from within me.
Was there any reason for me to be born at all?