I've been locked up for so long. 

So locked up that I don't even remember what the world looks like. 

So locked up that I don't even know the image of a bird, of a tree, of a house, of a beach, of a river that flows continuously.

So locked up that I have forgotten what a human looks like.

I am a freak.

People call me that.

Even I, call myself that.

I am cursed.

But one man says that I am lucky to have this gift.

This gift I wished I never possessed.

This gift I wished was given to someone else.

This gift I wish would be gone with a flick.

But that would be impossible, wouldn't it?

I know it.

I know I am not getting away with this.

At first I think it is cool.

At first I think I am lucky.

At first I think I am blessed.

Not until...

They took me away.

They took me away from my normal life.

They took me away from the ones I love and I value and I care.

I wish they could just take this away. This gift. This curse.

Or better yet, 

I wish they would just kill me.

I'm tired of it all. 

It's hard. 

I can't take it anymore.