When i look at my family they're all happy. Then i think of me. And how diffrentt i am from them.

Im not social. I like the dark. I hear things normal people dont.

They call me a vampire. Because i live in the dark. Well i might as well be one.

I hate being touched. And when they dont listen to me. When people are always happy is diffuclt for me.

Im not normal. I shouldn't be here. I need to be with people who understand me.

Not be with people who understand my mask. One im forced to wear. So people wont think im diffrentt.

I hate it here. I want to leave. But i cant.

They say every ones here for a reason. Well Why am i here? All i do is harm.