It's funny
How much we revere
Weaknesses
--But only the right ones--

We listen so intently
When peers speak of pain,
But how is Cutting or Drugs,
Heartbreak or Anxiety
Any better than that girl who
Doesn't even have a full two ears?

Sure you say you can love
But ask yourself
Is your love selfish as your peers?

Yea I see you turn away from that boy
Did you ever think maybe
He might be worth a conversation or two?

Well I'll let you in
On a little secret
This world is ugly
Ignoring it doesn't make it go away
And choosing what to see
Just makes it worse

Sometimes I really wonder:
Would you still love me
If you knew of my Femoral Anteversion?
**Or would my crooked leg
Be all you could see?