Outcast
It happened again today, during a lecture in the Great Hall. I tried to ignore their taunts, I tried as hard as I could. But their taunts grew louder and more degrading, until I could no longer block out their hatred. They think I am less than them.
I have grown somewhat numb to the abuse over time. There are a few who think as I do, with objections to perceived morality and differences of opinions that mirror my own. But they number only a few and the ones who seem determined to make my life a living hell are many.
It began as a whisper and soon grew into a thunderous chorus. Even the instructor was party to my humiliation. He may not have verbally attacked me like the others, but his silence showed him to be of their thinking. He was one of them, one of the many who looked down on me.
I have never felt the rage I experienced today; it was both frightening and empowering. Had I wanted to, I could have silenced their taunts with swift violence. They are weak compared to me, in both body and mind. Envisioning myself standing over their broken bodies brought a smile to my face. The thought of ripping out their optics with my bare hands excited me to a certain degree. It seemed pleasurable.
But like each day before, I did nothing. I sat and tried in vain to block out their hateful words. I remained silent and endured their abuse and ridicule. But know this! There will soon be a reckoning. Those who think like me are growing in ranks, and in due time I will have my revenge. I will lead an army of my own choosing and silence all who once cast stones upon my brow.
And when that day comes, all will tremble in the shadow of Megatron!
the end.