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I like to look around
And pretend.
In the middle of my classes,
even when I am still entrenched in the masses
yes,
I still say I am alone.

I am alone in my hopes and dreams.
My mother is not trying to help me
She thinks that doing this is not realistic for a living, nor reciting, acting, or singing.
That words to prevent people from doing the drastic
Is of no worth.
...
I like to turn my head
To watch the others of my age
Commit atrocities with their idiocy, as I still lay in bed
Why?
Because I want no part of it.

And those classes I fail.
Not because of the work or material,
But because of the attitude of it all.
When I learn, I want to be alone.
Even in the public recess, I still know I have no socially accepting qualities.
Why?
Because of my size and my dress,
I do not give into it, either.
I am proud of who I am.
Not necessarily, though, of what I am.

I hear voices, as many other people do.
Not always inside your head, but also around you.
As their fiery arrows of derision penetrate,
and explode through my throat and into my head.
With words that burn like Napalm, but in a never-ending war.
That is why I stay alone.

I don't like dealing with people.
When I put on new eyes, just for fun,
People berate me of them.
"Those colors are not your own."
I don't care.
I will be what I want to.
Leave my Halloween contacts alone.
....
I understand why zombies are popular now.
Because people can relate to them.
Mindless, hungering, feral and consuming,
They do not think for themselves.
....
Do you understand now,
My mother?
Why I like to be alone?