I am afraid of many things.
As humans we are programmed with fear to keep us alive. Being alive was a good thing until life went sour.
Fear progressed from a basic instinct of survival to a much more complicated and confusing emotion. Long ago, our fears were “Don’t freeze to death and don’t pat the hungry looking bear.” Now they have manifested into a fear of not being accepted.
For me, writing in general has helped me cope with the fact that I’m not “normal”. My dreams are not like those of my friends. My attitude is not like those of the people my age.
People my age are very unkind. Every day, day in day out, I am picked apart by people I thought to be my friends. I am told that I am ugly. I am told that I am nothing but the punch line to a joke.
I am told that I am worthless.
And when you’re told something over and over again you begin to believe it. If you tell a baby that a pineapple is a pear everyday, they begin to believe it.
One thing these people tell me is that I am too sensitive. Well, now I realise I’m not too sensitive.
I am a human. I have my limits and my boundaries. And I know when you’re crossing them.
To those people, I ask one thing of your.
Please begin treating me like a human being.