Scorned

We laugh at the freaks and the geeks

Because that’s just the way it is

Like smoke blown in our faces and a voice saying “That’s show biz”

We fear what we don’t know

And because we’re so afraid we don’t see the souls

Of the ones we taunt and tease

Which we do to appease

The voices in our heads

And the doubts that lie with us in our beds

We scorn those more flawed than ourselves

And we’ve put our hearts on the highest shelves

Because you see

Then we can do so without mercy

We’ve been taught what’s wrong and what’s right

But some of us just don’t have the fight

In us to challenge those preaching’s

And so we all go on screeching

 Downhill fast

Because how can we be expected to last

In a world that tells us to be

Flawless?

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