Why am I here?

I’m not one of them.

They taunt me.

Oh, how they taunt me.

But deep down, they know.

They know who I really am.

And that’s why they hate me.

They all hate me.

Even you hate me.

You might not notice just yet.

It creeps up on you slowly.

I know.

I’m watching it happen.

Bit by Bit.

Day by Day.