78. Shouldn’t Be Here

Everything on this Earth tells me I shouldn’t be here.

From the day of my birth, through each and every year.

Wishing I weren’t here.

Nothing I do is right.

I think unlike the masses.

Tossed into the night as time flows and passes.

Rejection here amasses.

K. Aldaya, 9/23/04

56. The Freak Inside

In my mind I’m not fit to be anything that you might see.

I’ll never belong with my own and will be forever ‘lone.

I know when people look at me they see the freak that I be.

I try to hide what I am, but I always fail their exam.

I can feel their hate and disgust, for me, whom they distrust.

K. Aldaya, 4/15/04

I just want someone to care.

Is that so much to ask?

Please at my heart don’t tear!

Being nice is my only task.

Am I really that ugly,

That you must treat me so?

Is it so hard to stand me,

When I’m a human, like you, you know?

Why do you hate me so much?

Why is everything wrong I do?

Is coldness sent from my touch?

Why do I not seem human to you?

K. Aldaya, 3/27/03