Vipers.
Their words like fangs,
the hurt the venom they infuse upon me;
hating my very core.
Just because I'm--
Different. Not normal.
Freak.
Their taunts,
making my anger burn and my eyes come alive with flames.
I want to kick scream cry thrash
Fight.
But I know I can only beat them with intellect,
and to them intellect doesn't matter.
They know I am powerless,
because I am
Freak.
Nobody comes to my rescue. Even my own friends are my enemies.
Because I am
Freak.
Like they are all the same
I sneer.
Clones. Clones. Clones Clones Clones.
I am happy,
because
I
Am
Freak.
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