Sometimes we join crowds and feel like we're safe. We try to blend in with the hopes of being accepted for who we are and how we are. What is not expected is that some of them find that one little thing about you and eventually use it against you. I won't deny that I hide many things about me. I do it with good reason; yet I force myself to come out of my shell because reclusive behavior can only jar me. I could never sit here and suggest that I am in any way of perfect form: I don't believe that anybody stops to realize how damaging it can be to ridicule somebody for their affliction. To make a public joke out of something that somebody is suffering from is selfish, cold, and unjust. There are things about each and every single one of us that can not be helped. Imagine if you will; somebody publicly bantering a man for being in a wheelchair. I personally find no humor in individual short-comings. It is disgusting, degrading, and painful. Those who choose to sit in cliques and laugh at the expense of others need to take a step back and look in the mirror. I am sure there is something about them which could be thrown out to the wolves, and it really should happen to them so that they see just how shitty it really feels. How can we, as people group together so selfishly and tear somebody apart for no good reason? Does it comfort you to kick somebody down to a shimmering film of tears for self amusement? All of you question why people break one day and do the awful things that they do. You question why some start closing themselves away from larger groups. You ask your questions and you repeat, and repeat, and repeat and yet the answer is right there. You can only humiliate someone enough before they lose grip! How long do you think it could go on before that person you humiliate decidedly retaliates? What is so wrong with accepting each others differences? Why must we shove the one black piece amid all of the white pieces into this room of banter! How could you? Don't you think they're tortured enough—it is rather selfish of you to bank in on their pain. This world is so full of hate, and pain. They rage wars, they argue about Gods, they condone genocide and here we all are (we should be grouping together in times like this) ripping each other to shreds to appease ourselves. How could you? So do the laughs die when one, such as I, run? I've had people question me as to how I could use the escape route that I do. How could I knowing that I am making myself sick, and killing me. Here is the real answer: I am tired of being felt as if I am alone. I am tired of wiping those tears from myself because the rest of you chose to pick at me until I bled, over my fucking differences. If you think you're funny? Good for you. My only hope is that one day it happens to you, too. To those whom I thought were friends: Thanks for showing me how right I really am about absolutely nobody accepting me. To myself: Fuck them all, I will not give in because of their hatred, and their self-gratification.