I am a pin. I live in a community of pins. All of their heads are yellow. But mine is red. I am the only one that is different. I don’t know if I should be proud. Or ashamed. I get picked on at pin school. My friends and parents tell me that it’s alright. But is it? The more I think about it, the worse I feel. I try to act normal, but every mirror. Every expression on a strangers face. Is a reminder, like a stab in the chest. That I am different, and I will never be normal.