The Minority

I am the minority.

Not in race or sex or social status.

Not in outward apperence, intelligence or talent.

But, I am the minority. I am the few, the one in fifty that sees the reality of the world around me.

I see through your lies, I see past your eyes into the soul of humanity.

Stinking, rotting, dismembered humanity.

I am the minority because I am a walking light, I am the salt, I am the alive, the breathing, walking among a field of corpses.

I am the minority because I see what others do not.

I see colors others don't know exist.

I hear sounds others cannot hear.

I know what others do not know.

I know the answers to questions the majority asks.

I see past facades and fairytales, beyond bandaged wounds and covered up crimes.

I am aware, awake, and active.

I am the minority, and I am willing to be the minority even if it means being hated, ridiculed or slain by the majority.

I am the minority.