The Anomalies
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
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