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Monday, 28 October 2013

The Freak: Mini Thoughts

I'm sorry but tonight I am extremely bothered. I just don't understand why people don't understand. They look at me, freaking out, having a panic attack, hyperventilating. Yet all they ever do is stare and stab me over and over and over again, because those looks are like daggers. What I see aren't looks of empathy or looks of worry, I'm seeing ANGRY people or scared people.

They stare at me like I'm a freak.

Yeah, that's what they call people who freak out at weird stuff like cars or noise or crowds. It's not "normal". They look at me and I can hear them laughing inside, taunting me. They look at me and they judge. They look at me, and that's all they ever do. No one comes forward to help. Ever.

Because it seems, nowadays, that's not "normal".

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