eyes and mouth all around,
agape with judgement spilling out,
the misfits walk around the streets,
the echoes of abuse collect on their skin,
a coat blocking their light
under the shadow of the norms,
misfits are "advised" to shut down,
by the one and only, society;
ironic it is though,
society fearing its own kind
they celebrate the birth of a child,
delighted voices echo in the skies,
but the all-knowing cries,
a death cry for another individual;
thoughts and identity, dying
they mock at his crooked nose
laugh at her huge size,
scoff at her fears,
joke about his tears,
coats now so thick that the give out an ugly black
and funny it is that they say everyone is beautiful,
they preach of self acceptance,
they narrow eyes at haters,
they tell us to smile,
they are living examples of contradiction in front of our eyes
