I used to feel like a holocaust victim
gassed by people’s scorn. The world
only accepts cookie-cutter people,
the kind that can easily conform. The rest

of us are considered roaches crawling inside
the cracks from lack of respect. It started
the day I was born. That girl is not right. I was
ostracized and picked-on by others who

thought I didn’t belong, because I looked different,
didn’t act the way they did. I was the square peg
that didn’t fit in their circle. Until I realized I’d
never find happiness trying to always fit in. So, I stopped

hiding inside the cracks and came out into the wide
open. I held nothing back. This time I was proud of the fact
that I was different. I no longer wanted to be like them. It took
a long time to get here. But it’s made a world of difference.