I pretended my whole life, to be the one,
My bullies tried to project me to be,
I was a mystery, a threat to their definition of normal,
That made me an easy target, who had to learn art of survival,
At young age, being called names which shame,
Even for they are normal words with innocent meanings,
Unbearable was the weight and hate behind them,
Still I wore mask which suited their labels,
I gradually became the beast they want to punish,
Maybe I wanted to become real even it mean to be in pain,
That way one of my faces become real fulfilling my wish,
I guess I am not what they call sane,
But I had some interesting qualities I believed,
What if those are lies I lied to myself to be alive,
Then came another crazy in my life,
Who saw pattern in my abstract personality,
Adding their interpretation, they let me see my inner beauty,
I realized that all this time for my hell to end,
All I needed was a friend.