Avoiding

It's 5:33am. I am hopeless. I am curious as a cat, yet emotionless as a rock. More and more I see things that I do not agree with, social queues that I do not comprehend. It it those things and more that I find myself questioning. More and more I am awake to. Perhaps it is the design of my brain that differs from these other faceless people. I feel more at a distance than I have felt from others before. I think that it's given me more of a perspective. Although, I begin to believe it is a perspective that is damaging me. At times I wish and hope that by some miracle, by some godsend that all my issues get resolved, and I become a person of society that is accepted, and deemed normal. Like one day, out of the blue, my neurons get ripped out of my brain, and replaced by ideas that all others have. Each day I hope they do, but I know that the day will never come. I must learn to accept my troubles, my pain, and issues. So that one day, I can say regardless of every single soul around me that I am ok with myself. I am fine, and fuck everyone else that thinks I should change a damn thing about myself. So screw society, making me avoid all these delicate subjects, and forcing me to walk on broken glass. I will avoid no longer, to be the true freak I am. Because I am a freak, and a freak I will always be.