Freak
Should I be reminded of being a freak
I shall fall onto my knees
And cry before I break
But try before I wake
From this sleep so blinding black
I will look for what I lack
A sense of beauty on my face
The only sight of a disgrace
They see me as a freak
I must have had a leak
I cry and wail all night
Trying not to fight
The feeling of my face in the mirror above my head
It only reflects my weaknesses and nothing comforting
I wonder to myself,
“What do they think of me?”
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