I am a piece of artwork that has been stolen, used, and abused. But, against all the odds, the paint has not faded nor chipped; no tears or cuts are seen. That's because it keeps getting fixed. I have seen and experienced the fading transition between light and darkness and the grey area in between.
"I am the hundred-eyed monster. I scare those who come by, and people presume that I enjoy the torture and that I like to torture others, but that simply isn't the case.
"In fact, I want to help, but society has restricted my participation in such an event. I want to comfort others, but my eyes distort others and cause them to run away in fear.
"At night, my whole face gets wet because of my eyes. I cry so much about a dream that will never come true. What do I dream about, you ask? I dream about having a mouth and a nose as well; living among society instead of being an outcast; having the perfect dream boy; and one day, having my closest family look at me without uncertainty.
"But, out of all of this, I pull by. I have a gift as well as a curse. I am now strong as ice, and no one can deter that. I can also see the light in the dark.
"I am special indeed. A special circus monster."
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