Freak

                                      (photo: spring.org.uk)
I want a perfect soul,
I want you to notice,
When I'm not around...
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here...
                                         (Radiohead)

We are here with you. Sometimes you stare grimacing at the mere sight of us. Yes, we are like irrational facts in your beautiful existence. But how could we help it? We, too want to live in your world. Even if the spaces you allow us to occupy are claustrophobic, we still squeeze into them... hoping to breathe the same oxygen you beautiful people do.

I was the classmate you laughed at due to the outmoded clothes I wear. You see, that was the best pair I have. My parents could not afford the designer shirts and jeans you are donning. I saw another one similar to me. He had dark skin and "ugly" according to your standards of beauty. You laughed at him and called him names. I felt his pain as I looked into his eyes...

Yesterday, I saw another one your type made fun of. She was a special one. Yes, she could not comprehend quickly since she was born that way. Did she deserve the side comments you gave her? Isn't she another human being with the capacity to get hurt as well?

There are instances that you feel you have the power because you are endowed with beauty, that you are gifted with intelligence to the point that you hurl insults and painful things to us. But you just have to be careful. We are starting to get hurt. Dogs bite when they are constantly kicked.

You are not powerful. You only have borrowed confidence from a crutch you think that makes you one. Wait till you walk alone at night in a dark alley. One of my kind might be lurking in the dark and will snatch your hand. What would you do? Scream yourself out? Curse the ugly presence or do spontaneous combustion?

You do not have the confidence. You only have one when you are with your companions. What if our kind will be in a certain place...eight of us and you are alone? We could hiss at you when you pass by. Imagine your reaction! You could run for your life else be eaten by the bestiality your kind abhor so much. 

You are not beautiful. The tons of moisturizers and cosmetics you dab on your skin could not hide the rotting corpses inside your being. The stench of your soul is more foul than the cockroaches in the world. You just think and feel beautiful but you are as ugly as the dead twigs in the wilderness...

You are not fashionable. The clothes you wear are pretentious to the point that your social-climbing is being seen by your kind as something en vogue. But you ain't. Remember the times when you borrowed money and even got indebted due to the expensive clothes you invested so much? You are being eaten by a fake system you think you fit in. You are materialistic and nothing more.

Yes, we are around. You see us as the UNINVITED. You dislike us because we do not look like those people in the fashion magazines. But we are REAL. You are a victim of the fickle mind of an author who created you. You are being eaten by a fairy tale world you thought you fit in. You do not. You are a product of delusions of grandeur.

You could not eradicate us from this world you thought is yours.

We are the poor ones, the ugly people, the persons with disabilities, the nerds and those whom you think are weird. We are the laughingstock, the one who stutter, who lisp. We are the students who are not liked by many, the ones who are disregarded by teachers. We are the folks being laughed at on the streets, the wall flowers on parties and the individuals who are tagged by the popular kids as "plain" and uninteresting. We are those who are being teased due to our skin color, sexual preference and origin. We belong to the indigenous minority and sometimes products of broken family...But we are better than you.

We are NOT the freaks. YOU ARE!