
You win. I've snapped.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 219 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-14-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2933000
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Freak
"Look at her, she's such a freak."
Say what you want, why don't you.
See if I care for your words.
They reach my ears, but never sink in.
I'm a freak, you say?
What is it, pray tell, that makes me a freak?
I'm a freak for laughing, I'm a freak for crying.
Make up your minds!
Call me a freak if you want.
Those words stopped hurting me long ago.
To tell you the truth, I'd rather be a freak
Than to be somebody like you.
You laugh at me when I cry,
You laugh at me when I smile.
You think that even bothers me?
I never cared for the likes of you.
I'll admit it if you want:
Sure, I guess I'm a freak.
What are you going to do about it?
Weren't expecting that, were you?
Say, let's play a game.
It's called 'Freak.'
Here are the rules:
See how long it takes before I snap.
Keep forcing me closer and closer to the edge,
Where reality becomes insanity,
Where joy becomes pain,
Where life becomes death.
You win.
I've snapped.
I can't be fixed now, are you happy?
Are you happy that my self-destruction is all your fault?
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