Why Me?

You've probably seen someone like me before, in school, at work, the person who sits all by themself until a huge group of people join them, those they call their friends, but people who barely know them, a notebook and pen in hand, that's me. You don't notice me until it's too late and then you feel guilty about it because you think that there's something you could have done, some way you could have made me realize that the world isn't out to get me, but the thing is, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. The world is full of people who seek only to harm others for their amusement. It's full of liars and those of us with a spark of hope, we're the ones who are targetted, named as traitors, deviants, people who are better left alone.

Time seems to have stopped around me. I've looked the same for over a hundred years. In pictures I'm usually in the back or the one face you can't put a name to, but you know who they are, you know who I am.

I'm the person who goes off by themself, usually to cry, other times because they think the world looks down on them, despises them for who they are or for what they can do. Truth is I never wanted sympathy. I just wanted to understand. Why me? Why out of all the people in the world...why choose me?