The Freak Show

Freakishly tall, Freakishly short, Freakishly skinny, Freakishly Fat There’s no escaping it because you are the freak show You, alone, is where it’s at “Step on up to see this thing!” they shout Have they lost all perception on what I am? I am nothing unusual, what is this about? Are they that blind that they see no similarities? Why must I be the freak show? It’s not like I’m a witch creating horrendous remedies. There’s nothing abnormal about me, and yet here I am being observed bit by bit Every day I try to walk through silently, carefully, and yet I still get that hit When I try to run, I fall in the same pit If only this darkness could be lit then I might not slit Yes, slit that’s all I need, a slit there and a slit here I wasn’t abnormal to begin with, but here I am bare covered in scars of abnormalities I say these scars are for my freakish self But in reality it’s for herself, himself, and their self. They pushed and cheered for this right? It’s what I deserved, to be out of sight.