Scapegoat
It seemed like everyone had learned the same thing — the same words, "to speak out against what bothers you or against an injustice meant to become socially exiled." Honesty, while everyone says they appreciate it and want it, is feared and detested by many. Over the years, I have always been in situations of significant influence. As though people looked up to me, for what reason eludes me as I do not see any remarkable person... only me being, well, me. No matter what social setting, I somehow became a main centerpiece, though I hardly considered myself that social of a person. However, it always seemed to end the same, as I became the sacrifice. My honesty leads me to loneliness. "I am alone, and they have everyone." I had a duty to fulfill placed in a position I never asked to be put in. However, I always took the lead with grace and accepted the fall with dignity. I didn't realize the pain that it brought time after time nor did I seem to see the cracks in...