Freak

I was that kid Sitting in the back of class Never moving Never speaking I stayed away They would always poke fun And I tried to laugh But laughing is hard when you Hurt from the inside out I was the outside child The Freak My peers were the epitome of "perfection" or so they believed And punished anyone who claimed otherwise They had their fun with me Mocking and prodding And I had mine Face-first into a pillow They would try to bring out weakness That I had refused to show This house of knowledge Supposed to protect its patrons only looked me over and said Life is harder than you think and These cuts and bruises were nothing more than boys being boys never paying attention to the group That would crowd me in the hall Telling me that I'm nothing more than a waste of space That maybe I should do the world a favor and end it all But I stood my ground I gave up my chance for a childhood a long time ago But there will always be times When I faultier or buckle down These victems, their voices crying out Only to be muffled by the very people we thought we could trust They would do nothing, only say that I was weak And I could do nothing against it I'm sorry I didnt go for the ball That I'm tall and strong but never went for masculine things But these four eyes could see you snickering I could see it in every sneer or smirk pointed in my direction In every snot nosed kid whose ever told me no Well here I am Riding the train with The ticket I wrote myself With my own blood, sweat, and tears And these ears that were too big for my face Can hear your cries of distress as you Burn yourself on a deep fryer as you try to cook my lunch I may be a freak Some poor country boy that grew up on a farm But not anymore I have to thank you For your part of shaping who I am But not anymore Now I write my own story And star in my own freak show