My friends call me weird and say I'm strange, I am the black sheep in my family I only bring them shame. I am an outlier, a misfit, an outcast who does not belong.

I am not popular, I am like a flower blooming in the darkness it's beauty undiscovered, I do not have a place. Are there others like me? I don't like people and they don't seem to like me and yet in my solitude I seek the company of others. I live in a house fill of brothers and yet I am the only one who doesn't fit it.

I have spend days pondering the meaning of my life and I have not yet reach a conclusion. Tis said that "home is where the heart is" but my  heart seems lost and without a place to call home. I walk around like a restless ghost trying to find an answer to my existence and with only one place in my mind: "Where is my place?"