Concept: Why is it that it is always the same story with every school kid who is different? For a long time I didn't even realise I was being bullied because all of it was verbal, and not physical. For the classroom, it was all jokes and fun. For me however, it shattered my confidence, and for years, I manifested to be like the rest of the boys. Then came Art, but it wasn't my escape. Instead it turned into a weapon that I carried along to school, because I felt it proved to everyone that I was worthy. Years after, now that all of us have grown up and have changed, I try to let this past go. But a slight bitterness still remains. It kind of always has.
