in a world where perfection is expected
mistakes explode through every pore of my body

the World wants one, but i force another
knowing that i will be deplored
when you finally realize the truth

worthless, i am made up of differences,
composed of rainbow-coloured-atrocities
so why not deem me an abomination already?

already, you degrade my very being
the part of me that tunes the heartstrings of my soul
and strengthens my mind

you leave me chained, and destitute
so what am I now, but nothing?