I remeber there was a time when I wasn't social suicide.
I remember people actually used to fight to sit next to me.
Me.
But that was before cool mattered, I guess.
Before cool was more than the glow-up sneakers your big brother owned.
It was before I joined the school band, before I knew how to read, before I spoke my mind.
Before I cared how people treated me.
It's not like I don't have friends.
I have friends; the best friends anyone could ask for.
But even they sometimes don't want to be seen with me.
It's the way I act, dress, talk.
The things I do, like, say.
It's who I am that everyone's afraid of.
I still don't understand why.
And I refuse to compromise myself for the rest of the world.
Which is why everyday at lunch, I eat alone.
Which is why in gym class, I walk the track in solitude.
Which is why in homeroom, I read while everyone's talking.
Because I am me.
And that's never going to change.
No matter how much they want me to.