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