Strange

I'm not supposed to exist.

I'm an accident. A mistake.

Nobody likes me.

They talk about me when they see me, but as though I'm some sort of problem that needs fixing.

I know deep down, they wish that I was never born.

I see through their oh-you're-so-specials and hey-he's-one-of-us-toos.

Am I really, guys? Really?

I hate it when you all pretend to love and celebrate me.

When you try so hard to cater for my special needs.

If I mattered, you would think of me at other times too right?

Not only when I show up.

Oh hey, he's here! Let's welcome him! He's our friend.

Friend. Yeah, right.

Can't you see? All I want is to fit in like anyone else.

I don't want your kindness.

I don't want to be treated specially.

I just want to be normal.

Just because I'm not always around doesn't make me weird.

It's just so unfair.

Stop talking about me. Stop giving me weird names. Stop making jokes. Stop publishing articles. Stop sharing on Facebook.

Whatever you want to think about me after reading this, just stop.

Don't think. I am me.

Just let me have my 24 hours in peace.

Yours truly,
February 29