Most People

 "Most people... Don't feel this way." I say.

I'm breathing faster now.

"Most people... Don't know what it's like. This God-awful isolation." I huff.

I'm shaking now.

"M-Most people... Aren't like living ghosts. They don't go unnoticed every. Single. Second." I stutter.

I'm crying now.

"Most people... Will never know the heart-wrenching loneliness. They will never have to fight for attention." I sob.

I'm dying now.

"I'm not like most people." I declare.