They told me that although it's not a popular preference, there were people like me.
People who thought that collars were just as pretty as diamond necklaces. People who prefer cuddles and soft praise to walking around holding hands - normal couple things. I wanted someone to laugh when I licked them appreciatively, someone to tell me I was a good girl, a perfect pet.
I wanted someone who they told me existed, but I had yet to find. A person who wanted to be treated just like me; like a regular person.
But we aren't regular. If we are grouped into a stereotype, seen as different from the rest, we are anything but regular.
Yet, if we could - if we were able to feel like a normal person without the depressing side-effects - we would. I know that, but they don't.
They tell me all these things, but yet...they don't really know, do they?
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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?
