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The Freak
A feeling so strong,
That I’ve been built wrong.
My mind doesn’t match,
The body can’t detach.
The hearts broken opening,
Makes me love the wrong thing.
It bleeds for the same,
Then melts in the shame.
I could never enlighten,
My face it would whiten.
They could never understand,
The cards in my hand.
They’d hate and reject,
I need to protect.
If it only it was chic,
To feel like a freak.
