I was born at the eight month of the year,

Below the starry sky that distilled fear.

My parents could not afford hospital fees,

That I was extracted to her womb beneath the trees.

I was not the usual baby boy they see,

But as they were my parents they accepted me.

My two iris were not synchronizing,

The other blue, the other green; so mesmerizing!

Meanwhile, my skin was as pale as paper,

My head was shining as it has no hair,

My face was that of a baby girl,

And two of my fingers were connected to each other.

Though different I was my parents cherished me as their seeds,

They gave me more than what love could grant,

They might not able to give me all my needs,

At least they could water me until I became a plant.

The love they bestowed honed my every personality,

Annihilating the perspective that I was in the line of poverty.

The protection of their ever-lasting care,

Made me secure at their not-so-wealthy lair.

As I was growing old I needed interaction,

Beyond my parents and their connection.

I was seeking for a friend of my age,

That I could play in every step of my stage.

My search begun at a fine weather,

The sky above has its cloud knitted away each other.

The scorching sun beamed releasing warm rays,

It touched my skin and it gleamed brightly from where it lays.

I sighed deeply as it made my cold skin warm,

A relief surged through me as children started to swarm,

At the field they ran with a shrill laughter,

Racing enthusiastically with each other.

I was ecstatic at the sight of them,

Because of the joy they relinquish upon themselves.

They release it for the other children to redeem,

They share it for others to get out of their shelves.

I ran towards them to introduce myself,

But at the sight of me they reflected the look of terror,

Terrified at my difference they shouted for help,

While calling me a freak due to my abnormal eye-color.

I ran home with the lingering disappointment,

Heart shattered and was crushed into pieces,

Tears in my cheeks kept falling in agreement,

Not stopping in the face of my emotional crisis.

My parents comforted me with a hug,

And whispered soothing words that calmed me.

But still my mind was instilled by bug,

With their horrified looks I lost my identity.

At night I was not able to sleep,

Their faces hunted me even in my dreams,

A powerful hatred to myself creep,

Changing every bit of me became one of my aims.

Then shouts echoed at my sleepless night,

Loud footsteps accompanied its wake.

We go beside the door and saw people wanting to fight,

Accusing my parents for keeping a monster and for being fake.

All they want was to kill me and it aroused my parents fright,

So they hid me at their back; out of the enemies sight.

The men were angered at the refusal,

That they burned the house without any approval.

My parents died fighting them,

My parents died protecting me,

I felt like I was in a horrifying dream,

For its unreal to be sentenced through abnormality.

As the chaos reigned someone grabbed me,

It brought me somewhere far from my despicable society.

But it did not matter that I was free,

For my roots death was linked within me.

He brought me to a mansion I have always dreamed to have,

He told me that he would not let my parent's death go to waste.

He promised to help me and would pour some love,

And he promised to serve me all the food I like to taste.

He was so true to his words that I grew fond of him,

He showed me kindness I never thought he possess.

Though, the longing to my parents stayed in the brim,

His actions filled the void not creating any mess.

When I thought all was fine I once again misread the sign,

I fell to the bait he had perfectly design.

He was just a good actor that was all I could say,

A pretentious liar that saved me to use me for a day.

It turned out that he was a scientist,

And never had he seen eyes such as mine.

So he saved me for my eyes to be test,

To quench his curiosity overlapping the line.

I never have argued nor did I fought,

I let him dragged me to his laboratory.

And there I saw death filled my thought,

Overlapped by a wave of my lingering anxiety.

Though, fearful I was I let him laid me on a bed,

Not minding the screams of disagreement inside my head.

My will to live might have died with my parents,

So there was nothing to worry about as my death became transparent.

He linked wires around my head,

Injecting a red liquid to my bare skin.

I trashed as pain past endurance to my body lead,

Screaming in excruciation with my execution.

Bullet of tears wet my cheek,

The constriction of my heart made me sick.

Why could I not die in a blink of an eye?

Do I really deserve to painfully die?

As I drift towards unconsciousness I thought,

Of how society could be so cruel,

Of how a simple difference chaos they brought,

Of how my odd appearance ignited a duel.

It was ironic that society was composed of people with commonality,

That they strictly do not approve abnormality.

Uniqueness only leads to trouble so far,

Indifference was the only star.

To be accepted, one needs to be the same as everyone else,

What everyone was doing should be your action,

What everyone spoke of should be what you tell,

What everyone feel should be your emotion.

It was funny how it was easy for society to judge,

How it justified cruelty with nobility.

Subsiding rationality for a simple abnormality,

Thinking of upholding law while subscribing to criminality.

I heaved a deep sigh as the last of my breath was exhaled,

And my odd eyes by darkness was hailed.

At last I would leave the judgment of my society,

The justice would soon grace them vulnerability.