"You must be perfect," They say.
Every square inch of you and your body.
Your mind as well as your soul.
If you do not comply, you will be exiled.
Sent to your own little island with misfits.
Misfits just like you, yet nothin like you.
No one will ever be like you.
You are a failure.
As worse as they come, We're afraid.
There is no cure for imperfections like yourself.
More precisely, We do not want you cured.
For instead of spreading love and acceptance.
We shall ride you out with hate.
And We shall judge you until the day you die.
You do not belong here.
You never belonged anywhere.
You simply do not fit in.
Even on your island of misfits, you will still be alone.
