#29 Monsters

In this world of Monsters,

We're either charlatans or freaks

The charlatans, they try their hardest

To be seen as neither 'weird' nor 'unique'



The hide every imperfection

Every blemish that they perceive

Then sell their vision to us

And it's that vision we receive



That this world is not of monsters

You're clearly not trying hard

This world is one of perfect beings

Who are never spotty or scarred



Can't you see how happy we are?

And how perfect we appear?

You know you could be just like us

If you tried your whole life time plus just one year.



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In this world of Monsters,

I count myself a happy freak

I'm not trying to hide myself

And I don't think that makes me weak.



I will never be the perfect being

They parade around before us

They're tried so hard to pour beliefs into me

I'm practically porous



I am blemishes and scars

Acne, pain and regret

And that ain't no bad thing

I'm proud of it you bet.



Sure I'm trying to improve

I'm not saying in life you can't progress

But there's nothing wrong in being yourself

Even if that self is a mess



You are beautiful, you are flawed

With your own personality

Embrace your weirdness and your oddities

Cause you're a Monster, just like me.



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