Don't you think I know exactly where I stand? This world keeps forcing me to hold your hand...

There are always 2 kinds of people in the world. 1- that appreciate the differences between each other and marvel in it. 2 - the kind that force you to be the same as they are because they can't handle that you might be different becuase it might mean you are better or inferior.

I often meet the type 2. In fact, I feel like someone just stabbed me in the heart with a dull pencil. You can't force me to be cookie cutter like you because I'm not. I'm just me. And I've stopped trying to fit into everyone's idea of gold everywhere I go, because it's exhausting. Yes, I'm different. I don't talk like you, look like you or think like you. But why is that a bad thing?

If you can't handle who I am, you might as well just take a mannequinn and dress her up as how you want her to be. That's all.