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
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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