Yet there are children who don't even know why they were born and they question their existence.
It brings me to tears because I have been there. I have felt that rejection, pain, and sadness. No matter how hard I try to explain it to those who have never been there they never seem to quite get it. Truly we are alone in our struggle
by the vast majority of the population.
Yet the world expects the same
from us as they do any other child.
We are expected to be "normal".
No matter how often I see a family hugging with both parents and siblings I am not allowed to cry. It is just not socially acceptable. At school we are expected to make friends and respect teachers, but moving every three months makes it hard to stay attached or to even want to stay attached. How can our disrespected selves turn around and show respect, especially since it was the grown-ups that hurt us in the first place. When we misbehave we are automatically seen as rebelluous children, even when we are just doing what we have been shown or just wanting to see if you'll stay by us anyway. We don't mean to upset people we just feel like cast outs and so we have to make a name for ourselves.