Sometimes to cope, I tell myself I must be part faerie. I don't belong in this society and it's slowly killing me. I belong in the trees and the forests. Guided by the sunrise and sunset and dancing under the moon while feasting on the bounty of the forest.
That's the only way I can comfort myself when I'm feeling extreme otherness.
I've always felt that I don't belong anywhere, no matter how hard I tried to fit in. I hoped this dreadful feeling would fade away eventually but I have never felt more like an outsider, the one who doesn't feel at home anywhere, than I feel now.
. . . I wondered why, why am I not like them? Why am I a foreigner? Why have I always been outside, pushed out, never one of them? What is it? Why am I always peering in through the window?