"You will always be able to tell when bạn are different; when bạn are the one that everyone is staring at; when bạn are the one that everyone runs in fear from hoặc stares at in disgust as bạn pass them by; when bạn are the runt out of the litter; when bạn are the broken and cracked tile in a tile floor; when bạn are the dead cây in the center of the lively forest; when bạn are the odd one out from the ordinary.
It's a feeling that will creep upon bạn without a warning. A feeling of difference. A painful feeling. A sharp blow to wake your psyche from its peaceful slumber; a blow that can crush hoặc cripple a person and their emotions. bạn feel distant; bạn feel as if bạn are a con cừu, cừu Mất tích from its herd; bạn feel like a ship Mất tích at sea. bạn feel like bạn are drifting further and further away from the world; bạn feel like bạn are drowning, and bạn feel as though everyone would turn away rather than throw a life ring to you, hoặc even dive in to save you. bạn feel like bạn are the darkness hidden in the corner in a room filled with glistening lights.
For myself, I have very different thoughts. I feel like a cold-blooded animal amongst warm-bloods. I may look the same as the tiếp theo man, but on the inside, I feel like I am burning. bạn see the world through a glass window, just as bright and as clean as it could possibly be; pure and full of hope. All I see when I look through that window is stained, cracked glass, tainted bởi my place in this world and my warring emotional insides. bạn are looking in on the world through that pure window, watching in delight and happiness as people come to bạn with a smile; I watch through my window as people turn their backs and walk away. I feel like I cannot see myself; I feel as though I do not see myself. Oh no, I only see a worn man with tears staining his face in the large crack that runs down the middle of the window; I do not see the world, I only see my broken spirit.
I do not feel like I am of your world. I do not feel like I have a place in your world. I only feel like I have the ugly feelings that tether me to reality; who I really am in the flesh. If I were to step into your mirror, hoặc if I were to step into your crystal-clear lake so full of life, I would merely pollute the limpid water and it would become tainted... Just like my body. Just like my species. Just like my mind. Just like my uncontrollable 'bloodlust', as bạn call it.
Sometimes I need the danger. I need the danger just to know that my tim, trái tim can beat. I feel numb sometimes; numb as in I do not feel as though my body is truly working anymore. Feeling my tim, trái tim beat pulsing is one of the only things that reminds me that I am not numb and that I am still a living person and not the... monster that bạn believe me to be; the monster that bạn claim for me to be. Seeing my blood flow is another way that I know I am living, though my blood is just as cold and as clear as ice instead of the dark, warm crimson red that resides in a normal person. If bạn examine me hoặc were to take me apart, will bạn find the differences? hoặc will bạn ignore the differences and call me person who fits in with the rest of the crowd?
I can see right through bạn as if bạn were an ice sculpture, so pure and clear. However, can bạn see through me? Am I a clear ice to you, am I a blank canvas yet to be touched, hoặc am I a cracked window soiled with years of dirt and grime that prevents bạn from seeing into me? Take your pick, choose wisely your response. It will either amuse me hoặc damage me, mind you.
I think of myself in these ways from ngày to day, especially when I am amongst the 'normal'. However, I smile, and I laugh, and I play. I know who I am and I know what I am, even if I do not feel like I do at times. I am but a speck of shadow in a room of light, waiting for my turn to have my time to shine. I am a broken, dirtied mirror placed in a tarnished vàng frame that needs to be cleaned; I do not want to be replaced hoặc repaired, only cleaned. I simply want to be cleaned and placed upon the tường with the other, pure mirrors, even if it costs me standing out. I just want to be able to be in the crowd without being rejected. Why will bạn not place me with the others? Why do bạn hide me away in a storage closet? Am I simply 'not good enough' for you? If that is what bạn think, then let me ask bạn this... Why do bạn think I exist, and why do bạn think bạn exist? We are equals, no matter what bạn say. We are living people who need tình yêu and attention to feel like we fit in. If bạn gain your acceptance, then where is mine? It matters not how long I wait, I will be accepted some day, some where, some time... and one ngày I will shine. One ngày I will be the most respected piece in the gallery; one ngày I will be amongst the famous and priceless. I am not a mistake; I am a pure diamond hidden in the ashes and soot. People may look over me, thinking that I am only coal on the outside, but on the inside, I am a diamond hidden in the rough.
Tell me, what is wrong with the odd one? Do bạn not consider the odd one a person? Even if they are thêm kind and considering that bạn are? If bạn are one who is stuck up, bạn may sit upon your rich throne, thinking bạn are high and mighty, but what will bạn do when the 'odd' comes in and is thêm caring than bạn are? Will bạn immediately cease calling them a person just because bạn think they are strange without looking at what good they have done? If so, then bạn are thêm of a monster than I could ever be.
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For all of bạn out there who feel like bạn are Mất tích in the shadows, what are bạn doing? Are bạn simply staying in the shadows and letting yourself feel like bạn are different and not of this world such as I have? hoặc do bạn look for the light while bạn are Mất tích in the darkness like I have as well? If bạn can not find the light to make bạn feel better, bạn make the light. Let your family and those dear to bạn be your fuel, and let bạn accepting your differences and who bạn are be the spark that lights the flame.
I đã đưa ý kiến I felt as though I was the cold-blood amongst the warm-bloods. I đã đưa ý kiến I feel as though I am staring through a broken and tainted glass. I đã đưa ý kiến I do not feel as though I am from your world; I đã đưa ý kiến I felt that I didn't fit in with the people in your own little world. I đã đưa ý kiến that if I were to step into your crystal lake, I would pollute the limpid water; but let me ask bạn this, is your lake crystal in reality, hoặc is it idealized in your own mind and fake reality; would I be polluting it hoặc bringing bạn back to reality? I also đã đưa ý kiến that sometimes I felt numb and I needed the danger to feel my tim, trái tim beat. What do bạn think I meant honestly bởi that? Did I mean that I felt disconnected from the world and needed to feel like a person, hoặc did I mean that I want to feel the danger to make me feel alive like a person? Hm.
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All the outcasts. All the odd people. All the frowned and look down upon. I can see you, and I can hear you. bạn are not invisible to me, just like how bạn are not invisible to the world; bạn may only think that not a living soul pays attention to bạn as bạn cry yourself to sleep. bạn may feel stuck on the outside; thinking that bạn are damaged and broken beyond repair. bạn know what? bạn are not so far that someone cannot reach you. bạn are not so far that someone cannot bọc bạn in their embrace and tell bạn everything is okay. Can bạn believe me? Can bạn trust me when I tell bạn that everything bạn see about yourself is not what I see? bạn have my attention; there's no need to hurt and pain yourself for attention. Let the prejudice hoặc judging people be the beautiful lights in the city; we shall rise above them as bright, beautiful neon signs in a night sky, and those who accept us and tình yêu us for who we are shall rise above with us. bạn are special, no matter what bạn think bạn are. If someone tells bạn that bạn are a cursed hoặc evil species, prove them wrong bởi proving that bạn are a beautiful diamond while they are simply a tarnished piece of gold. If someone tells bạn that bạn are a nerd hoặc a geek, hiển thị them that bạn might just be the scientist who makes the cure that cures the plague. Let all of the outcasts fly with me and come to a place where we can be diverse and appreciate each other without putting each other down; even if this world exists only in our minds, we will find a way to be who we are without fears of being struck down.
Your smallest whisper... I can hear it. Let your voice be heard. Be who bạn are, not what the world expects bạn to be. bạn do not think bạn are good enough to the world to anyone in the world? Nonsense, bạn are a bright diamond in my eyes. bạn are a treasure, a perfect one at that. bạn may have had a rough ride, but do not let that change who bạn are, and who bạn are is a unique individual. bạn are thêm than just a face, thêm than just a name, and thêm than just the hurtful labels that the hypocrites around bạn might give. bạn are more, bạn are a beauty. bạn are a treasure, and bạn are NOT alone.
Take it from me, a man who has faired many reactions and various treatments due to who I am. bạn are a unique person and bạn do not deserve to have the dirt and grime of the world thrown upon your delicate frame that holds you. Is your frame old, tarnished, polished, new, hoặc anything else? It does not matter; bạn are as equal as the others around you.
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The Hatred and Evil was as blacken as coal. The Uncertainty was sandy and unclear. The Happiness golden. The Isolation was a lonely blue. The Sole Lie was as clear and as see-through as a white ice. The Socialness was a perky orange. The Laughter was a radiating green. The Serious brought a gloomy shade of grey. Above all, the Mixture of Good and Bad traits was a clear prism that cast all the màu sắc of a beautiful cầu vồng and a shadowy gloom; the one holding the prism decided which màu sắc they wanted to cast. Which one are you?
In the end, are we not all a stained glass portrait? We are either made in bright, happy màu sắc with a beautiful picture, hoặc we are a gloomy, dark picture with dark and depressing colors. Or, no, wait. Perhaps we are all works in progress, just waiting to bloom and reveal who were truly are inside."
~Alric Maximilian Faust
It's a feeling that will creep upon bạn without a warning. A feeling of difference. A painful feeling. A sharp blow to wake your psyche from its peaceful slumber; a blow that can crush hoặc cripple a person and their emotions. bạn feel distant; bạn feel as if bạn are a con cừu, cừu Mất tích from its herd; bạn feel like a ship Mất tích at sea. bạn feel like bạn are drifting further and further away from the world; bạn feel like bạn are drowning, and bạn feel as though everyone would turn away rather than throw a life ring to you, hoặc even dive in to save you. bạn feel like bạn are the darkness hidden in the corner in a room filled with glistening lights.
For myself, I have very different thoughts. I feel like a cold-blooded animal amongst warm-bloods. I may look the same as the tiếp theo man, but on the inside, I feel like I am burning. bạn see the world through a glass window, just as bright and as clean as it could possibly be; pure and full of hope. All I see when I look through that window is stained, cracked glass, tainted bởi my place in this world and my warring emotional insides. bạn are looking in on the world through that pure window, watching in delight and happiness as people come to bạn with a smile; I watch through my window as people turn their backs and walk away. I feel like I cannot see myself; I feel as though I do not see myself. Oh no, I only see a worn man with tears staining his face in the large crack that runs down the middle of the window; I do not see the world, I only see my broken spirit.
I do not feel like I am of your world. I do not feel like I have a place in your world. I only feel like I have the ugly feelings that tether me to reality; who I really am in the flesh. If I were to step into your mirror, hoặc if I were to step into your crystal-clear lake so full of life, I would merely pollute the limpid water and it would become tainted... Just like my body. Just like my species. Just like my mind. Just like my uncontrollable 'bloodlust', as bạn call it.
Sometimes I need the danger. I need the danger just to know that my tim, trái tim can beat. I feel numb sometimes; numb as in I do not feel as though my body is truly working anymore. Feeling my tim, trái tim beat pulsing is one of the only things that reminds me that I am not numb and that I am still a living person and not the... monster that bạn believe me to be; the monster that bạn claim for me to be. Seeing my blood flow is another way that I know I am living, though my blood is just as cold and as clear as ice instead of the dark, warm crimson red that resides in a normal person. If bạn examine me hoặc were to take me apart, will bạn find the differences? hoặc will bạn ignore the differences and call me person who fits in with the rest of the crowd?
I can see right through bạn as if bạn were an ice sculpture, so pure and clear. However, can bạn see through me? Am I a clear ice to you, am I a blank canvas yet to be touched, hoặc am I a cracked window soiled with years of dirt and grime that prevents bạn from seeing into me? Take your pick, choose wisely your response. It will either amuse me hoặc damage me, mind you.
I think of myself in these ways from ngày to day, especially when I am amongst the 'normal'. However, I smile, and I laugh, and I play. I know who I am and I know what I am, even if I do not feel like I do at times. I am but a speck of shadow in a room of light, waiting for my turn to have my time to shine. I am a broken, dirtied mirror placed in a tarnished vàng frame that needs to be cleaned; I do not want to be replaced hoặc repaired, only cleaned. I simply want to be cleaned and placed upon the tường with the other, pure mirrors, even if it costs me standing out. I just want to be able to be in the crowd without being rejected. Why will bạn not place me with the others? Why do bạn hide me away in a storage closet? Am I simply 'not good enough' for you? If that is what bạn think, then let me ask bạn this... Why do bạn think I exist, and why do bạn think bạn exist? We are equals, no matter what bạn say. We are living people who need tình yêu and attention to feel like we fit in. If bạn gain your acceptance, then where is mine? It matters not how long I wait, I will be accepted some day, some where, some time... and one ngày I will shine. One ngày I will be the most respected piece in the gallery; one ngày I will be amongst the famous and priceless. I am not a mistake; I am a pure diamond hidden in the ashes and soot. People may look over me, thinking that I am only coal on the outside, but on the inside, I am a diamond hidden in the rough.
Tell me, what is wrong with the odd one? Do bạn not consider the odd one a person? Even if they are thêm kind and considering that bạn are? If bạn are one who is stuck up, bạn may sit upon your rich throne, thinking bạn are high and mighty, but what will bạn do when the 'odd' comes in and is thêm caring than bạn are? Will bạn immediately cease calling them a person just because bạn think they are strange without looking at what good they have done? If so, then bạn are thêm of a monster than I could ever be.
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For all of bạn out there who feel like bạn are Mất tích in the shadows, what are bạn doing? Are bạn simply staying in the shadows and letting yourself feel like bạn are different and not of this world such as I have? hoặc do bạn look for the light while bạn are Mất tích in the darkness like I have as well? If bạn can not find the light to make bạn feel better, bạn make the light. Let your family and those dear to bạn be your fuel, and let bạn accepting your differences and who bạn are be the spark that lights the flame.
I đã đưa ý kiến I felt as though I was the cold-blood amongst the warm-bloods. I đã đưa ý kiến I feel as though I am staring through a broken and tainted glass. I đã đưa ý kiến I do not feel as though I am from your world; I đã đưa ý kiến I felt that I didn't fit in with the people in your own little world. I đã đưa ý kiến that if I were to step into your crystal lake, I would pollute the limpid water; but let me ask bạn this, is your lake crystal in reality, hoặc is it idealized in your own mind and fake reality; would I be polluting it hoặc bringing bạn back to reality? I also đã đưa ý kiến that sometimes I felt numb and I needed the danger to feel my tim, trái tim beat. What do bạn think I meant honestly bởi that? Did I mean that I felt disconnected from the world and needed to feel like a person, hoặc did I mean that I want to feel the danger to make me feel alive like a person? Hm.
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All the outcasts. All the odd people. All the frowned and look down upon. I can see you, and I can hear you. bạn are not invisible to me, just like how bạn are not invisible to the world; bạn may only think that not a living soul pays attention to bạn as bạn cry yourself to sleep. bạn may feel stuck on the outside; thinking that bạn are damaged and broken beyond repair. bạn know what? bạn are not so far that someone cannot reach you. bạn are not so far that someone cannot bọc bạn in their embrace and tell bạn everything is okay. Can bạn believe me? Can bạn trust me when I tell bạn that everything bạn see about yourself is not what I see? bạn have my attention; there's no need to hurt and pain yourself for attention. Let the prejudice hoặc judging people be the beautiful lights in the city; we shall rise above them as bright, beautiful neon signs in a night sky, and those who accept us and tình yêu us for who we are shall rise above with us. bạn are special, no matter what bạn think bạn are. If someone tells bạn that bạn are a cursed hoặc evil species, prove them wrong bởi proving that bạn are a beautiful diamond while they are simply a tarnished piece of gold. If someone tells bạn that bạn are a nerd hoặc a geek, hiển thị them that bạn might just be the scientist who makes the cure that cures the plague. Let all of the outcasts fly with me and come to a place where we can be diverse and appreciate each other without putting each other down; even if this world exists only in our minds, we will find a way to be who we are without fears of being struck down.
Your smallest whisper... I can hear it. Let your voice be heard. Be who bạn are, not what the world expects bạn to be. bạn do not think bạn are good enough to the world to anyone in the world? Nonsense, bạn are a bright diamond in my eyes. bạn are a treasure, a perfect one at that. bạn may have had a rough ride, but do not let that change who bạn are, and who bạn are is a unique individual. bạn are thêm than just a face, thêm than just a name, and thêm than just the hurtful labels that the hypocrites around bạn might give. bạn are more, bạn are a beauty. bạn are a treasure, and bạn are NOT alone.
Take it from me, a man who has faired many reactions and various treatments due to who I am. bạn are a unique person and bạn do not deserve to have the dirt and grime of the world thrown upon your delicate frame that holds you. Is your frame old, tarnished, polished, new, hoặc anything else? It does not matter; bạn are as equal as the others around you.
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The Hatred and Evil was as blacken as coal. The Uncertainty was sandy and unclear. The Happiness golden. The Isolation was a lonely blue. The Sole Lie was as clear and as see-through as a white ice. The Socialness was a perky orange. The Laughter was a radiating green. The Serious brought a gloomy shade of grey. Above all, the Mixture of Good and Bad traits was a clear prism that cast all the màu sắc of a beautiful cầu vồng and a shadowy gloom; the one holding the prism decided which màu sắc they wanted to cast. Which one are you?
In the end, are we not all a stained glass portrait? We are either made in bright, happy màu sắc with a beautiful picture, hoặc we are a gloomy, dark picture with dark and depressing colors. Or, no, wait. Perhaps we are all works in progress, just waiting to bloom and reveal who were truly are inside."
~Alric Maximilian Faust