The Birthday Song

Today was my birthday...such a happy occasion...well...maybe not to delightful as it might have been in solitude.
My heart was light when I first awoke...I am eighteen now...more freedoms...more room to live my life. Then I went to school...my shoulders straightened to stiffness as I walked the halls. Every person has their own life...but they are different at school. Each person is hiding something...I can see that much behind their deceitful eyes.
At lunch today, they all sang to me...the Birthday Song...oh how sweet it was...I could see through their skin so easily.

Happy Birthday to You...
--Big deal...it's Erin. Let's hurry up so that we can get on with the rest of today...--

Happy Birthday to You...
--That's the girl we were talking about earlier. Satan-worshipper. She's going to go to hell. Doesn't she know that?--

Happy Birthday to Erin...
--God, must we have to speak her name as well? It's almost done...I have better things to do than to sing to her.--

Happy Birthday to You...
--Oh goody, we're done. Food!--

They turn their sad smiles away from me and tend to their "more important" business of gossip. Mosy likely about me, too...
I shouldn't care what they think...but I can't help it. I feel tainted by the very air they breathe. I feel as though no matter how many showers or baths I take, or how many times I fall asleep, I will always wake up to feel the grime gritting inbetween my joints, and the oil from their touch upon my skin. Their stench will never wash out of my clothes, now. I have been with them for far too long.

But now I am 18...I can move away from them if I so choose, right? Sometimes I get so frustrated because they will not show their true face to me...even though I can see it plainly...they pity me...PITY. Above all, why pity me? I choose to be the way I want. I am different because I desire to be...not because I am a disease. The only disease I see in my world is normality.

Sometimes I wish they could just once accept me for who I am, and enjoy hearing what I say. But no...I can hear it in their voice and see it in their body language that they are uneasy around me...
What would it like to hold a true friend in the palm of my hand? To embrace whenever I needed to? All my friends are cold...but I no longer know what to do...how to act. I feel like I am losing myself...

Today, when they were singing to me, I felt sorry that they felt the need to sing that song to me, when they obviously despise who I am for what I wear and what I believe.

Oh well, right?

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