Weirdos

One thing I have learned in adulthood Is that were all a little strange each of us, a bit misunderstood The severity has it's range Once you become a socialite People expose their inner truth You witness them at twilight Or perhaps their lack of cooth We encompass unique impurities Living in the shadow of what we market We clothe our insecurities Or our faults become target Behind every beautiful face There lives a weeping soul We keep it in its place While spiraling out of control Ever notice how most people seem normal ? That is, the first time you meet Dressed in their best and formal Their head down to their feet With time, the normalcy fades Their inner weirdo rings It shocks you like a hand of spades When the fat lady sings