That's what they call us.
Freaks, mutants, abnormals, misfits,
The ones who never truly fit in;
The ones who feel they are a puzzle piece
That doesn't fit with any others.
In the large puzzle that is life;
Isolation is their closest friend, aside from the demons that live in their head;
Tormented by societies standards,
They constantly doubt themselves, and feel all they do is wrong .
The monster that is society
Tears their life and soul apart, leaving a frightened shell of a person who bathes in their own failure.
All because of what the majority say;
They say we are not like them, that those aliens should be shunned;
People keep their corpses in the closet
To avoid having their true intentions revealed;
And the only ones who have the key to unlock the truth,
and expose the darkness that surrounds the core of society
These "abnormals," the true people,
the only ones who will stand up for what they believe in,
Alas they are hidden and covered up,
to feed the needs of those unsatisfied.
May their words flow through me,
as to never forget their cause: to be accepted like the rest.