Freak

You’re a freak.

You care when the others have long stopped.

You go on when everyone you know has turned back.

They tell you to move on.

They tell you to let go.

To forget.

But you can’t.

You think about it, you really do.

You try to imagine a life without caring.

Without getting hurt.

And you fail.

Because to live in apathy

Is to live with a stone heart that never moves.

To fill the void

Is to fill it with nothing at all

Because nothing fits.

So you stand up somewhere tall

Where everyone can see

And you refuse to let go

Because a lifetime of fighting

And hoping

And even losing

Is better than a lifetime

Of forgetting

Who you are.

A freak.