They called me freak, made
me feel so utterly weak.
And yet, my future blinds
my eyes and theirs look
quite bleak.
So what if I speak to
my reflection? After all,
I like having intelligent
conversation.
I mismatch my earrings
and have big hair. But
if you aren't a fan, why
exactly do you stare?
Now? I couldn't care
less about what they
think, somewhere
along the line I gave up
and don't ask how.
This freak is used to flying
it solo. Because it any
case, YOLO.
Who wants to be normal?
Fitting in with the crowd,
ugh that is not how I roll.
They called me a freak,
made me feel so utterly weak.
And yet my future blinds just
about everyone I meet whilst
their future looks so bleak.
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To my bullies: I'm a freak huh? Well I never actually liked you so we're even.
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