Post by Spot on Jan 6, 2009 17:42:45 GMT -5
No one ever said life was easy. You get thrown around like a piece of trash. No one really cares for you. Maybe it is just me. Maybe I'm just the messed up fool who no one cares about. Life was messed up. No matter where you turned something happened and if you were me it was never anything good. Sometimes I just wished my life was over, maybe I could end it? I could think about it all I want but really I was afraid, afraid of death....that and the fact that I just have too much fun in this messed up life. Sure I may not be normal but then again what was normal?
I wasn't the only one of my kind. I knew that. I wasn't the only freak on this planet, or really in this city. This seemed to be a city of freaks. A city people were afraid to face because they could turn a corner and find some kind with wings growing from his back. Yeah that is the kind of town I lived in. We might of been called mutants, some people might of even related us to super heroes or villains from comic books and movies but there was nothing super about us. Some of us were born with our "condition" others had an "accident" and formed into what were were today. But come on we were far from super heroes or super villains were didn't even have super powers. We were just freaks.
Maybe in time there would be a place for us. Maybe in time everyone in the world would be just like us. But what fun would that be? I always found it more fun to stick out from the crowd anyway. Maybe that was just me.
Rumor has it there are more of us on these streets than what anyone thought.
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