Me?

Since little I was different. I didn't like the same as the others, I didn't think as the others, I didn't feel as the others. I liked to be different and have my own style in life.

Then I started noticing those eyes around me. They watched every step I took to laugh at me or see how silly I was. At first it was ok, "I'm different" is what I told myself. But then it felt unbearable. Those eyes saw everything, and it started to worry me. "I have to change", I told myself, but I didn't want to. I liked how I was. But I had to try it at least, to get into the circle of life.

So I started changing. I changed how I was, who I was. I started thinking what would the others think of me. I had friends, parties, phrases in common with people my age. I had entered the circle called society. I was 'normal', all I wanted to be, didn't I? Then I grew up. I realized I wasn't myself. I wasn't comfortable with myself, and I didn't feel as me. 'Normal' wasn't what I wanted to be really. I realized I had been me all along, but because I was different they saw me weird. What did it matter to me to be different? I didn't care what the others thought of me.

I started changing again, but this time for good. My friends told me I was different, that they wanted the ol' me. But that wasn't me, and they weren't my real friends. I flew alone through the path to find the real me. I know I have to be real, be myself and not what the others want me to be. I won't tell you I've found me. But I'm on my way, and I'll find my place.