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The Freak

A feeling so strong,
That I’ve been built wrong.

My mind doesn’t match,
The body can’t detach.

The hearts broken opening,
Makes me love the wrong thing.

It bleeds for the same,
Then melts in the shame.

I could never enlighten,
My face it would whiten.

They could never understand,
The cards in my hand.

They’d hate and reject,
I need to protect.

If it only it was chic,
To feel like a freak.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I think everyone goes through a stage where they don't feel they belong or they think there's something wrong with them. But in all honesty we probably share the same fears, we probably do what everyone else does and doesn't talk about it. Silence isn't golden, it hurts not knowing if other people have felt what you've felt, you don't think you're right because nobody has ever told you they were wrong.

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©23 July 2012 - 5:41pm — Callesimo