The others that face me. They are different. These strangers don't exchange smiles, they only look and scowl or show pity. Living in a prejudice world where people can't interact with the unusual, the abnormal.. People claim to be okay with associating themselves with the odd and will fight to say they are not discriminators in a discriminating world... The doctors and scientists call it "atavism." The reappearance in an individual of a trait after several generations of absence. In my case this trait consumes my face, and the entire ensemble of my body. Uncontrollable hair. As for my history, well, it is all vague. I do not have somebody to lean on, no family or distant relatives. Nope, never knew my dad, he went missing before I was born. My mother passed during child birth. Haha, yeah died from shock I can only assume. The effects of my so called "condition" remained present even through childhood. As an orphan, the kids poked fun at me frequently. Dogboy! Wolf man! Bear face! Living as the constant inferior, never given a fair chance among my peers. Perhaps I was born this way for a reason. God chose to make me this way for a reason... You can't make close friends looking the way I am. Even the nice ones don't last. Maybe I've been liked, but god knows I've never been loved.
The sunlight and I are not friends. The fiery rays of the sun reveal the true colors of my peers. Of course, appearing in public is not exactly my favorite option, I've countless gone days with little to eat but it doesn't give me doubt that I will soon someday escape the life of poverty and become successful.Yes. Hunger can become an issue, but if you don't make do with what you're given you will never find happiness.
