All The Same

I go to my school and it is empty, filled with people, but still empty. I talked to them and it was like a brick wall. I talked to the walls and they too were immovable. The people talked and talked, but I didn’t want to hear, they gave me a sore head.

Schools are full of squealing teens. If they aren’t squawking in your ear, they’re stabbing you in the back.. Best years of your life?

So maybe I’m a little bitter. I like to imagine I’m above it all, but sometimes they drag me down. I don’t object to their company at all, they are all really nice – just not in concentrated doses.

I try to distance myself, and yet it makes me feel so much closer. I protect myself and yet it just brings the buzzards closer. If you witness so much backstabbing, it doesn’t make you immune.

Maybe I’m just super-sensitive. I’m always wary that someone may guess I’m gay – It’s not really that hard (I rely on their own self-obcession rather than my own pretense). Being different makes you prey, but it also makes you wise up pretty quick.

If we were all different, or at least embraced our differences and individuality, we might be less suspicious of each other. It’s a natural instinct to be aggressive if you feel threatened. If they all stopped pretending to be the same, maybe they’d feel more at home.

Stop blinding me with repetition. You aren't all the same.