They told me I was smart. Awards, medals, and plaques to prove it. Was I really? Where did the extent of my knowledge end? Does it apply to the real world, or the social one of my school. It didn't.
I let it slip. I was not smart.
Did people feel we are strange? Hmph. Not really a question is it? Or course we're strange to the public. We? I still had no 'we'. I was alone, sat atop a pedestal with a sea of sharks nipping at me.
Telling people of my life. Soon I became the 'weird girl' again. I was not a person anymore. I was a mere object of their mockery; scorn; disgust. Disgust. It is a universal feeling that goes in a complete circle.
They felt disgusted so they broke me, I felt disgusted at the way they handled the situation. A never-ending cycle.
I was not safe.
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They Told Me...
PoetryAlicia is not a normal girl. Though she looks like one, though she believes deep in her heart she might just be as normal as anyone else, she is not. Alicia is not a normal girl, but she does like coffee, and that's something, isn't it?
