Nauseated, everything seems so different in my eyes. In tears, the actions of my specie so hurtful, vulgar, beasts! Lost, an outcast, a thought so far from their aspiration, a fantasy so out of their world. An alien, unbecoming with growth, a peasant dreamer in their eyes, unwelcome by their ubiquitous, unanimous preconceptions. Fearful of the signs, my eyes with a speck of the vulture, winds lurking in the present horizon.