No one
Is purely
Innocent
And no one
Is normal
We all have
Skeletons
In our closets
Have done things
We are not proud of
We all have
Things about us
That are different
Possibly strange
So what
We are all freaks
And we are all flawed
And we need to
Stop acting
Like we are not
No matter who
You are
You need to
Get off your
High horse
And admit at last
That you are
Just as flawed
And weird
As the rest of us
And guess what
My friend
There is not
A damn thing
Wrong with that