I win this game of identity. (Writing)

I am a being of incomprehensible nature. My behavior is irrational and my existence is nothing short of confusing.

I see the world through technicolor geometry, shapes and colours the human mind is incapable of grasping. I think in poetry and I speak through intricate melodies.

My life is a paradox, it never started, yet it hasn't ended. At the same time, my world is a palindrome, always the same no matter the angle you look at it.

I couldn't tell you how I came to be, as my memory can only hold about a few days worth of film before it erases old content in preference of creating new experiences.

You could not understand my body if you tried. I am always changing shape, in a constant metamorphosis, always growing and learning. I could never stick to just one form!

Your mind warbles and wobbles, bends and trembles at the sight of my form. I have tried to shape myself to your ideal, to something more human-like, but it just isn't enough, is it?

You still choose to chastise me for my abnormality, despite my attempt to please you, to make myself more defined for the strange, polarized lenses you observe me with.

Of course, I needn't worry about your words. We are two separate bodies of cells, specialized with our own ideals and dreams. Who am I, to conform to such a limiting viewpoint?

In fact, simply, out of spite, I will contort and twist into something that you could never have dreamed of. I will be seen as a monstrous collection of angles and edges, colours that do not exist, textures and patterns that make no sense.

Hopefully, you will be horrified enough to learn not to criticize me for who I simply am. Perhaps you would be frozen in fear, wide eyed and fumbling for something to say.

But no words would ever unmake the monster you have made of me. With the social normality you have built up, you have ruined my image.

Don't even dare say I have always been a freak to the eye, because at one point, I tried to be like you. I had maybe even looked up to you, wanted to be like you. And then you ruined it, didn't you?

Because my greatest attempt to be human wasn't good enough for you, my worst attempt to be something far more is what you have settled for.

Are you happy with yourself, now? I am. You wouldn't know this, but you have unknowingly opened my mind to something. This new form of identity is so.. freeing. Liberating. Exhilarating.

In a way, I suppose I could thank you. I still see the world through shapes and colours you could never understand, and I am happier now than I have ever been.

You? Not so much. Is it selfish of me to be happy about that? I don't think so.

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