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Maybe it really is impossible.
Things like love, friendship..

Silly. Pathetic little things that I'll have no part of!
Maybe I did want to.
Maybe.

I'm just a silly boy..
Though myself, I've never thought of myself as one.
Boy or girl, doesn't make a difference to me.

Sure I'm frightened.
Insecure.
Small.
Tiny.

Perhaps the world has no place for me.

See, I think of a positive word to describe myself.

But, as soon as I think it, a bunch of negative words come as well.
I hate it....

Mommy made me take medications.
TO try to keep me calm.
I mostly never talk. I just, think.
Words I'll never say.

I resist the impulse to try.
Trying means I'll fail. I know. I hear it all the time, from Dad.
You're a failure. Always have been, always will be! WORTHLESS!....

I shrug my sholders.
I was taught this.
Words like relationship.
Love.
Kiss.

Those words cannot be for me..

I was transferred into a special school when I was younger.
I'd do well on assignments.
But things like presentations were terrifying.
I was scared.

I'm too scared to show my face.
I'm weird. I know.
That and worse.
It's always worse.

I dream to one day fly across the stars.
I've always loved astronomy.
To one day wake up and be someone.

....
When I finish a project, and show daddy, he always calls me worthless...
Why is he mad at me?
Did I do something wrong?
Am I a bad boy?

I wanted to gain his approval.
But now, that is something that cannot be allowed.

We are flawed creatures.
And I...
I guess, maybe it doesn't matter..
Maybe.. Maybe, I don't matter..

Daddy always yells at Mommy.
And Mommy yells right back..
It's scary..

I sit in my room.
Close the door and wait for it to stop..
But even that wish may not come true...

What did I do wrong?
Why? Why won't they stop screaming?...
Someone.. Make it stop..

Anyone?
....

Hello?
...

Someone...

....

Maybe I am alone after all...

Description
Maybe it really is impossible.
Things like love, friendship..

Silly. Pathetic little things that I'll have no part of!
Maybe I did want to.
Maybe.

I'm just a silly boy..
Though myself, I've never thought of myself as one.
Boy or girl, doesn't make a difference to me.

Sure I'm frightened.
Insecure.
Small.
Tiny.

Perhaps the world has no place for me.

See, I think of a positive word to describe myself.

But, as soon as I think it, a bunch of negative words come as well.
I hate it....

Mommy made me take medications.
TO try to keep me calm.
I mostly never talk. I just, think.
Words I'll never say.

I resist the impulse to try.
Trying means I'll fail. I know. I hear it all the time, from Dad.
You're a failure. Always have been, always will be! WORTHLESS!....

I shrug my sholders.
I was taught this.
Words like relationship.
Love.
Kiss.

Those words cannot be for me..

I was transferred into a special school when I was younger.
I'd do well on assignments.
But things like presentations were terrifying.
I was scared.

I'm too scared to show my face.
I'm weird. I know.
That and worse.
It's always worse.

I dream to one day fly across the stars.
I've always loved astronomy.
To one day wake up and be someone.

....
When I finish a project, and show daddy, he always calls me worthless...
Why is he mad at me?
Did I do something wrong?
Am I a bad boy?

I wanted to gain his approval.
But now, that is something that cannot be allowed.

We are flawed creatures.
And I...
I guess, maybe it doesn't matter..
Maybe.. Maybe, I don't matter..

Daddy always yells at Mommy.
And Mommy yells right back..
It's scary..

I sit in my room.
Close the door and wait for it to stop..
But even that wish may not come true...

What did I do wrong?
Why? Why won't they stop screaming?...
Someone.. Make it stop..

Anyone?
....

Hello?
...

Someone...

....

Maybe I am alone after all...