I am different
I am dark
I suffer from a dangerous disorder
People look down on me
Like I'm some sort of freak
I stand alone at lunchtime
OCD sucks
I'm the object of
Brutal teens taunts
Cold-hearted people
Who torment others
For their own enjoyment
Yes I'm weird
But I wasn't always like this
I remember I wasn't always like this
Even though it's a distant memory
I pretend it doesn't bother me
My Blackfoot side allows me to
I show no emotion
No pain
But inside it hurts
Even if it doesn't show on my face
I'm obsessive compulsive and hating it
Story notes:
Written October 11, 2004.