They're all staring and laughing at me. I sit in the middle of the playground hugging my knees repeating in my head for them to go away. But their voices got even louder, I couldn't block out their voices.

"She's ugly, why does she go here?"

"Oh! I've never seen her before."

"She's been here this whole time."

"Really? I never noticed."

"She's an eye sore."

"She should do everyone a favor and die."

"She's a weirdo, she doesn't belong here, look at her clothes there all dirty."

"probably got her clothes from the trash can."

"Yeah, where she came from."

Cruel words came out of 8 year old kids, and that wasn't just a one time thing. I moved from place to place and people never stopped tormenting me from left to right. Not a silent moment I could be in peace. Whether it was at home or outside, I never could escape. As I got older I adapted to the cruel words of others and even my own parents.

"Honey I think we should put our daughter up for adoption"my mother said,

"She is a bit different isn't she."

"Honey, the neighbors are even calling her a monster."

I couldn't just stay there and listen to them.I ran out the door, my parents followed me but all their words hurt too much.

But of course, that was the time when I was not fully adapted to their ways. Saying such rude things about me, their own daughter. I gave up on people, I just wore headphones and listened to music to stop hearing peoples constant nagging. But that couldn't stop voices in my own head repeating the ugly words people would say.

"You're a monster."
"No one likes you."
"Do us all a favor and die."

I moved to my 6th school this month. did I think things were going to be different? Not a chance. Did I think humanity could be saved? No, they only had cruel things to say. I'm a monster they say, I'm a beautiful monster. Only corrupted because of the world around me.