i didn't want to be different. who would?
we lived in a world where differences weren't allowed.
there was no "popular." no fame. no losers and no winners.
our elders had eliminated all of that so there'd be no conflict between us.
fear, pain, envy, hate- -
they weren't words so much as sounds.
their echoes were gone, to the other side of history.
i'm asked if i should apologize for what i did.
i'll let you decide.
[ the giver ]