Stranded Alien

I suppose I’ve always been different. It’s such inadequate thing to say, is it not? “We’re all different!” they tell me. I know- I know we’re all different! Humans are like snowflakes: no one is exactly the same. I’ve heard it all. I’ve heard it from everyone, and I’m tired of hearing it.

Being human is the hardest, and possibly the bravest thing I’ve ever done. Age after age I would cry out to the stars, “Take me home!” without ever really knowing why. Until now could I ever recall my unexplained homesickness, leading me to believe there was something wrong with me. What could a teenager like me possibly want to discuss? Makeup, celebrity gossip, who got offended over their copycat friend? Day after day, that’s what I hear: constant nonsense. Everyday, I would wonder about how much more there is to life. Sweat and tears poured from me every moment I tried to be like them. The humans; they thought I was crazy.

The humans thought what they thought, but I wondered, why was I the crazy one? The way they hurt each other baffled me; they way they suck the life from their own home, planet earth, was one of the most heartbreaking things I had ever seen. How could they think they’re the center of the universe- think that the very forces that bind the cosmos together, revolve around them? Why do they assume that aliens are somehow “bad?” What are they so afraid of?

They’re afraid of being different. They fear the unknown. The very thought of something “alien” would turn their world upside down. They don’t want to believe what lay among them, and that’s exactly why they fear me- because I believe. I know what I’ve seen. The starships that lingered about the skies flashed before my very eyes. I have seen them, and they have seen me, and they wanted me to know who I was and why I was here.

I’m stranded here for a reason, and I may never completely know why. I chose to live among the humans for a reason- to help make their world a better place. I know they won’t trust me; I know they’ll leave me longing for the stars, but I know who I am, and I don’t have to be afraid.

I’m just a stranded alien, and until the day I return home, I’m going to change the world.


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