Rejection

People are scared of me because I’m different, because my ideals are different than theirs and I don’t think or behave the way that they do, so they reject me. Alone in the wet, cold darkness I stand, being rejected, hated or misunderstood, I look at the people, hanging out in their cliques with their friends, wishing I could fit in more, wishing that they could understand me, wishing that they could accept me for who I am. My closest friends help me in times of need, and I return the favour. In the end all I hope for is tolerance, respect and understanding of everyone’s ways, choices and attitudes, but for now I will acknowledge myself not as an outcast, but as an individual.