I done this poem, since i have attempted suicide a week ago, because of rejection and banned from deviantart , where i had 800 artworks on zananeichan.deviantart.com ... people blocking and rejecting me because I am intersexed etc.. I have had it with life... it does not get better nor do people help... it all started when tigress.deviantart drew inbtersexed characters, i discovered a hidden secret about being mutilated at birth.. and got blocked and rejected from her and it grew worse and worse... having money problems, because my art gallery is shut on deviantart, my exhibition has been cancled because they could not review all my work, only see the stuff on the proposal... my life is ruined... The Silent Corner. I have been tossed in the silent dark corner, The vacuum of space, the coldness of heartlessness. The twilight of empathy, the evolution of agony. Why ? What did I do ? I make mistakes but why this ? I am am different, I was born this way… Why the rejection, why the punishment and suffering ? The threats and fears, the heartache and agony, To the point I attempt to end my life to cure the pain ? The suffering and pain, the isolation that always remains. A prison of mind, a prison of body, a prison for my consciousness. I have worked hard to be true to my consciousness… I cant handle rejection because of my clingy genetics... The pros of being XXY is we forgive easily.. We are compassionate, we dont hold grudges for long... Make use of our pros rather than cons, stop discriminating please. Stop the isolation, rejection and neglect, please.. the more you do it The more we hurt, I dont like hurting people...even by mistake.. As I don't like hurting people, please stop hurting me. Encapsulated from the rest or society I watch. Mouths moving, people appear to be gaping like fish in a tank. Silence unbearable, unable to read lips, ignored, blocked, isolated. Rejected, neglected, hurt with heartache and pain. I watch them look and point as if I am a biological specimen in a bottle. I put my hands against the glass and scream, the unbearable agony. No one hears, no one listens, they put me here before I could explain. They put me here as they did not want to hear, why ? From there side I appear as a goldfish in a bowl in the corner, With the questioned tagged on the bowl, how can a goldfish stalk ? But only observe from the isolated corner , the dark cold corner… The corner you have imprisoned me in… People have done this to me my entire life… Why ?