See the scowl.
Hear them howl.
Why'd you wake?
From their vista you take.
See your gross misshapen form.
They want you gone, you break the norm.
Cut your hair, break the skin.
Their tolerance: it grows thin.
Why do you talk the way you do?
Your nervousness chokes like glue.
Stand straight; your form's all wrong.
Like your birth, a forbidden song.
Their joy caught on Polaroid.
Your future spinning into void.
Alone you will always be.
A sharpened knife will set you free.
To them, you're all so weird.
When you're gone, it's all cleared.
Their contempt is growing nearer
'cause you're looking into mirror.
To yourself, you say these things
while your friends all live like kings.
You need to go away,
what made you come anyway?
About the Creator
Dr Joel LaNacey
I used to be a bunch of atoms but now I'm alive, I guess.
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