Uhh... How to name this...

[Miss✥Unseen]

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I've written a tale about a girl who was too afraid to be herself due to what society has become.
Interpret it as you will but people tend to be afraid of being different because of social prosecution
and are often not accepted for who they are so I implore you to reach out to these people and
become a friend to the monsters they hide. The story doesn't have to be about a girl, it could be
anyone― even yourself.

Answer the question; "why can't it?" with your own story and monster for you never know what
Difference's you might share!
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[Miss✥Unseen]

Never Once

From the sides of my forehead down my neck and back I am covered in a array of spots in yellow, blue, purple, and green. My platinum blonde hair in a mess along my lean figure I don't know when the last time it was combed but it hides the points on my ears and the extra flesh covered bones that stick out on my shoulders almost like broken wings. Purple eyes stare out of a pale sunken face too weary to smile and never once has, cloven feet, and a reptile tail with the same spots and color of my skin complete the look of a monster.

Never once have I gone out into the sun. Never once have I met a person who didn't plan to torture me.

Never do I age but change based on my emotions I become a young child or an old granny― not a once has there been a time when my form lasted more than a minute, and I hide.

Away from the monsters that harm me. Away from the humans that would fear me. Never once have I seen the light of day.

No one can get to me where I am. My abilities let me know when they are coming and allow me to move and shape the objects around me, I can send them messages through their minds to get away before they see a bad dream because I have asked the metal known as iron to make me a cage and the light has molded itself to become the bars.

No one will touch me. I am bruised and in pain and that is the way it will remain in my isolated hole for the rest of my days because I do not think I can die.

I have tried.

Never once had it worked but it created new holes in my heart and, oh, how I wish everything can go away and I can freely be me and enjoy the light of day but no. That's not how it works here on this Earth so I'll just see if I can go to sleep.

When I wake up everything will have been a dream and I'll go to school like a normal girl because never once have I let the monster known as Difference be seen. It shall remain buried in the depths of my soul so I don't have to face the monsters known as Bullies and Normality.

Never once can it come out.

But why can't it?