Thank you for hating me, or else my life would not have thrill in it. I wake up to the sound of my own paranoia. Is this worth it? Knowing downstairs there are people who speak in hushed tones about my kind, my community. They speak in another language i don't understand. I will not fit in the narrow lanes of their minds. I'll not let a few comments move me from here. I have the right to be here. So, every time they see me, I crack a joke, they laugh, they smile. They cannot help it. Humour is my coping mechanism. I'm really funny when I'm uncomfortable. They'll a
