You'll get insults to infinity, I cannot judge because you do not know. Incase you do gain some dignity. I've learned to make it fun although the consequences is being shunned. No one wanted a "special" child like me but without your help I've learned to explore confidence like the seven seas.
There are pages about me that you have not read but if you walked in my small shoes you'd probably be dead. Yes I'm very  quite but in reality my imagination is on auto pilot. I'm tuning out the harsh thoughts I can read from your face, the body language that shouts "disgrace" you think I will never succeed but money, traveling, a job and marriage isn't the issue you've already lost because of your greed. You say that there are things that I cannot do but why should I give up my dreams and my life because of a sour soul like you?

The devil is not what he seems. He can take your hand and tell you  there is nothing to fear, mimicking a child's infatuated dream. Wipe away your tears gently from your delicate cheek. Shower you with jewels, roses, a small black dress. Anything you seek from the man your hands caress. His words can be more soothing as gentle fingers to a harp, his eyes possess your soul with a stare so angelic, and a mind so sharp and a figure that's athletic. He is the shadow that lurks looking for love in every place, you believe you are his universe as to him you are just a small town in a state. Reality is that he's a witch's curse, he promised you he was unique to others maybe better but you realize he's even worse.