Do you call me perverse because I write things that would embarrass you to admit?

Do you call me morbid because I explore territory that you find dark and fearful?

Do you call me sick because I describe in detail what you would imagine?

Do you call me depressing because when I voice my fears they cause you to fear also?

Do you call me dangerous because I am willing to question rather than follow blindly?

Do you call me unimportant because you do not agree with what I say?

Do you call me weird because my uniqueness calls you but you are afraid to follow?

Do you call me a misfit because I try to understand views different from yours?

Do you call me crazy because I admit to the different "personalities" inside me?

Do you call me strange because I choose to think?

Do you fear me because I try to make you think?

You call me talented because I am shameless enough to write what I think.

You call me gifted because I like my own thoughts enough to believe them original.

You call me intelligent because I refuse to learn from another's experiences.

You congratulate me because I lack the self-discipline to conform.

You praise me because I am naive enough to be shocked by what is "normal."

Whatever reaction I get from you, whatever label you assign me, I have made you acknowledge me, a being separate from yourself. And, in truth, I am all of these things and none of them. Although all of these labels describe me from someone's point of view, none of them is sufficient to describe all of you or me.

"Nunquam pronuntio mendacium. Sed ego sum homo indomitus."

* Never speak to deceive. But I am man not constrained to the niceties and falsehoods of �civilized� society *