They don't understand. They never have and they certainly never will. I would probably try to let them know, but I'm scared myself. I don't have what it takes to be part of their horror. They are weak and have only words to support them. I know for a fact that they all breathe wisps of fire. Their words are shards of glass that I can so easily cut myself on when I linger too long. But they don't notice it. They are oblivious to everything around them. If only they knew...***I walk aimlessly for hours. The forest is dead of life and the only presence above me is a small songbird. I know I'm alone. I always have been. Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be in the presence of another. What does it feel like to find comfort in the eyes of the one next to you? Contrasting hues of blue and pink light up the sky, signifying that dusk is approaching. This worries me. I have a goal that I desperately need to achieve. I cannot return without acquiring cruelty and behavior similar to one of them. I am not accepted as I am. So I decide I have to keep looking. In front of me is another flock of magnificent red birds. Among the imposing trees, I can point out more and more. They give me a feeling of comfort. Maybe I wasn't alone. But this glimmer of hope doesn't stay with me for long. A path has been paved by countless steps. A blanket of leaves hides the ground, making subtle crunching noises when I step over it. I'm restless now. Maybe I should just give up. I will never achieve the royalty that they are. I can't keep thinking there's any chance of success because there really isn't. I can't continue. I'm stupid to think they would look at me any differently. They're idiots, but I'm no different... middle of paper... it's them. No... The world only falls silent for a brief moment. The screams quickly fill my ears again and I am relieved. They are still alive. I crawl to the edge and see them coming up slowly but surely. Seconds later, I'm overwhelmed with hugs and nice-sounding words. There seems to have been a personality change. They speak to me… Maybe helping others despite the past has its benefits. Maybe now I won't worry about who I'll talk to during the day or if I'll even have a conversation. It's nice to think that I can finally have a friend or two.***They're still ignorant and they're still stupid, but I'm like them too. Despite this, at every moment, they blurt out horrible words. However, they are now quick to forgive. Their flaws make them impeccable. After all, we are all just here to learn.