Emptiness
There are so many things, that over time, that I've missed about myself. My world has changed so dramatically in the last 8 years, that pieces of me have become missing. I found one piece over the last couple of days that I hadn't seen in so long. A reflection in the mirror that told me that I was completely alone. I think I can actually feel my blood turning to ice. I remember as a child being rejected and hated for who I am. That my punishment for my passion and intelligence is that I am condemned to hell for actually using it. I remember being a 13 year old, condemned to lunches in the highest room of my junior high school, looking down through the windows at all of the children who lived to hate me. Who lived to abuse me and were a constant reminder that I have no place in this world. I looked in the mirror today at my tear-streaked face. A face I haven't seen like that in close to 20 years. But the pain is so familiar, it's this void in the middle of my che...