The Anomalies

Written by: Teenage Frustrations

Red angry lines cut against
My white pale skin
A contrast to the perfect
A flaw in the flawless
So imperfectly perfect

Others- they don't understand
How beauty prevails in such a thing
They don't understand how amazing
The pain can be

It's a portal to another world
A world free of torment and trouble
One where freaks like us can survive
It's the escape

Escape is what we want
What we need
We crave it as a baby craves it's sleep 

We are the cattle in a slaughter house
The prisoners on death row

We are the freaks they hate upon

The imperfections that never fade

We are us

But us is never good enough

Not for them