I'm covered in pinpricks,
Marked by insignificance,
Society's standards never fit,
I learned to stitch, and altered it.
We're all meat bags, full of ****.
With our faces covered in spit,
Our tongues learned to savor,
The flavoring.
Can you taste the sweetness,
In my savory?
Self mutilation, with cookie cutters
Only certain shapes allowed in this oven.
I'm an accidental splatter,
Malleable, form me into what matters.
Out of all your confections,
I'm the only one that burned.
Out of all the sweetness,
I'm the only one that turned
Sour on your tongue.
Quickly, taste another one.
You said baking was fun,
But I guess it's not for everyone.

-SLuR