I was always alone.

No one would notice me; no one would acknowledge me.
I can tell that their eyes were saying that I was stupid, only a worthless wreck.
What was wrong with me? I never understood that.
I had to pretend a facade. I had to be a foreigner.
That way, I wouldn't be alone-- on the outside.
But no one knew the real me.

The real me was always crying in the dark corner, alone.

I would boil with fury every night.
Why won't anyone notice me?
Why won't they try to notice me?
The questions of "why"'s came first, then it would get washed over by the "what if"'s.
What if I was this?
What if I was that?
Would people notice me then?
Will I not be alone?
Though the thing was: "Will anyone accept the real me?"
I always thought the answer would be "no", that they'll only take me as some kind of freak.

But.. that's not what happened.
They didn't take me as a freak, a retard, or an idiot.
They took me as their friend.
They noticed me from the shadow. They knew the real me.

Furthermore, I was able to say what I've been wanting to say:
"I'm not alone anymore!"

Ha~...

I feel MUCH better now with all this junk outta my head. And if you're asking, yes, all of this DID happen to me before. (It was a long time ago though...)

"Loneliness" is what I dread the most. I just can't stand that evil thing!!!

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