They keep saying different is good, different is special. But they sometimes forget to mention how different people are the outcasts. Different people are the ones who don’t know how to act in regular situations. They fiddle with paper napkins at a restaurant. They smile at people who frown and look at them with disgust one moment, and then they smile at the same people who suddenly look so different, as if they are cheerful and happy. Different people walk alone, and watch the sky dance and swirl, flickering back and forth from grey to the brightest blue. Different people are in their own little world, daydreaming to hide from the nightmares when they close their eyes. different is hard, different is not worth it.