Microstory 1501: Land of Monsters

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I am a monster, and I come from a land of monsters

But I am not the same as them

Amongst the crowd, I stand out

They are all white, and I am black

Though I am not in the crowd, am I?

I was exiled

I am Exile

The humans do not accept me either

So I am alone

My protectors, they say that I am stuck between two worlds

But this is not true—it cannot be true, and it does not feel so anyway

I am of no world, of no home

A train came once, and asked if I would like to leave

But I did not

I thought, if I stayed here, maybe I can find happiness

Everyone keeps talking about it, it must exist

They all try to understand me, but it’s impossible

The humans are oppressed, but united against

The monsters, they are a monolith

I was wrong to stay, I should have taken a chance

If no place is my place, then I ought to be always on the move

The next opportunity I get, I must go

It might be the train

It might be where the rest of the humans live

Or it may even be the Land of Monsters

I know only that I cannot be here anymore

I think I see a boat on the water