I pull at my hair And scratch at my skin You ask me why I don't even know where to begin
The curls in my hair are all wrong The colour orange just doesn’t belong My skin looks all weird colours and mottled The feelings inside I keep up and bottled
There is no reason for my depression I find it hard to show my expression I escape into the word of fiction I stay so long it becomes an addiction
Being who I am doesn’t conform To what others consider the social norm People who know my sexuality See me as an abnormality
I get terrified when in a crowd Everyone just always seems so loud I cling to people like a leach My voice is weak without freedom of speech
I wish I could be normal But that would just abnormal I wish I could learn to accept But in that I am so inept
I'm really tying to accept all my flaws and things that I don't like about my self. So many people no matter who they are or where they live are not happy with who they are. We all just need to learn to accept others and our selves despite our flaws.