In the world of sins and loathe,
they placed a question mark on my face
and body,
they said the way I am made is erroneous.
They called my skin flawed,
structure too imprecise to fit in, oh wake up from this fallacious, cried I.
My voice grew louder as the silence quieter,
I fought my inner demons and bought out the angels,
the world is full of loathe and and sins but at least I shall be able to defeat my demons on my own battlefield.
