ugly_man
SPITEFUL MUTANT (human refuted)
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Each day at work feels like walking through a slow humiliation that never ends. Their remarks, their glances, their laughter when they think I can’t hear — it all blurs together into one long reminder that I don’t belong among them. The exclusion isn’t sharp anymore; it’s dull, constant, like background noise that seeps into everything until it becomes part of me.
I no longer try to convince myself it will pass. I simply endure, moving through the motions, pretending to be useful while something inside me fades a little more each day. The words from Psalm 22:6 echo through me — “I am a worm and not a man.” It doesn’t feel like a metaphor anymore. It is the truest thing I could say about myself. The respect and dignity I once thought every person deserved now seem like luxuries meant for others, not for someone like me.
I no longer try to convince myself it will pass. I simply endure, moving through the motions, pretending to be useful while something inside me fades a little more each day. The words from Psalm 22:6 echo through me — “I am a worm and not a man.” It doesn’t feel like a metaphor anymore. It is the truest thing I could say about myself. The respect and dignity I once thought every person deserved now seem like luxuries meant for others, not for someone like me.
