Congrats, you were born as the rarest personality type in the world.
But was it worth it?

As a child you seemed fairly normal
Maybe a bit of an outcast
As you got older you began noticing the differences
You liked stuff other kids didn't..?
Maybe it's just a coincidece.

You're a teenager now.
The differences are visible.
You seem normal around your friends, if you have any
But when you get home, you shut down.
People can be overwhelming sometimes, can't they?

But over time, your existence itself begins to get harder
The uncomfortable pain
The lack of energy
Others have it worse tho, right?

You hate yourself,
You want to die,
But you live out of pure spite.
To make a point.

You no longer engage in stuff
You just observe
As you slowly turn into nothingness.

In this world, to gain success,
You have to start young.
Why?
Because grown-ups aren't that special, silly.

When a child draws a picture
It's more special that if an adult made it.
The younger you start, the more talented you seem
Even if it's not true.

As a child i wrote a story and was labeled "gifted".
Now if i wrote the same thing, i would be a degenerate.
Your skills are supposed to grow along with your age.
So this is why you have to start young,
To be valid at least for a while.

From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.

Twelve.
Such a wonderful age.
The human is still young, yet beginning to gain more knowledge.
But my twelve was different.

My twelve wasn't playing with toys
Or reading books all day
No.
It was about working a hard job under my stepfather's violent hand.

About crying out for help
Yet too quiet to be heard.

My twelve was about finding the power of
Turning mental pain into that of physical
About the box of pills in my drawer
And a bottle of water helping them get into my system

My twelve was about going to sleep
And hoping i'll never wake up
About my mother not knowing her child tried to end his life
At its very beginning.