Every moment that passes, I hear a little voice screaming "I'm not from here. I'm not from here. I'm not from here." As if its a reminder about something. I don't fit. I just don't fit. People take my thinking as me being narcissistic or egotistical, but I'm the one feeling subhuman or...alien. Its all....so outlandish. And at the end of everyday, I sit alone staring at the red rose that haunts me.