I've asked my friends a lot of times what they actually think of me.
Some never gave me an answer, some just smiled at me and walked away, while some just stared at me.
I'm not a typical human being, I feel, I breath, I can see everything but yet I'm not complete.
I ask a friend one more time and I still get silence as an answer.
I'm not human; I conclude. But yet; I can still feel everything, I bleed when I'm hurt but I smile when I'm sad and cry when I'm happy or just at peace.
I asked one more time and I still got no reply.
I guess I'm suicidal then; I conclude once more.
But then, a friend walks up to me one day and says:
"You might feel, see, bleed, smile, walk, talk and do all those other things that humans do, but you're not human"... he says.
"You're popularly a crazed maniac and everyone else is scared to say that to you" and that was my answer. The answer I've been waiting for, but yet, it doesn't seem right. It feels... wrong. Like I am human, but I'm just too crazy to be one. And that's the truth!
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