What exactly makes me a freak?

I could not let this bother me, but that's not in my nature. I look as she walks away. I am left in the rain without a word, well one.

Which brings me back to my question. What exactly makes me a freak?

Is it my hair?
My eyebrows?
My clothes?
Or could it be my overall personality?

Who knows, but it's funny if she really knew me she wouldn't call me a freak.

She would pity me.

But that's not what I'm looking for, I'm not looking for pity. I'm not looking for sympathy and most of all I'm not looking for your regrets.
Your "I never should have said that"
Your "I wish I had never said that"
And the worst of all
The one thing I
hate,
despise,
and loath most of all.

Your "I'm sorry" because I really don't want it
I don't want your pity
I don't want your sadness
I don't want your companionship
And I don't need it

I am fine