Mutant. Mutant. Look at you.
Nostrils sewn shut.
Skin, black and blue.
Your ears, deformed.
You cannot hear.
You try to scream, so immature.
Your lips are jagged from all that dead skin.
No kisses for you, it'd be a sin.
Your feet so giant.
Large, and grotesque.
They hope you die an ugly death.
You walk the Earth with such disgrace.
Dispised by all, the human race.
Layers of skin so visible.
You rip, you tear.
Your arms are now bare.
A bloody mess, at least you weight less.
You smoke you nasty cigerettes.
The girls around you take their bets.
"When will it leave, why is it here?"
You are confused, you drink your beer.
You fall, but no pain has occured.
Your muscles are old, your sight is a blur.
You feel so helpless, but don;t care now.
They all are laughing, quite so loud.
Until one day, a group of kids.
All joined together, and told no fibs.
They want to help you, can;t you see?
This group doesn't judge, so please don;t flee.
Your life is now turned upside down.
Love, is newfound.
Now good day sir.
Your world more clear, your past, a blur.
Nostrils sewn shut.
Skin, black and blue.
Your ears, deformed.
You cannot hear.
You try to scream, so immature.
Your lips are jagged from all that dead skin.
No kisses for you, it'd be a sin.
Your feet so giant.
Large, and grotesque.
They hope you die an ugly death.
You walk the Earth with such disgrace.
Dispised by all, the human race.
Layers of skin so visible.
You rip, you tear.
Your arms are now bare.
A bloody mess, at least you weight less.
You smoke you nasty cigerettes.
The girls around you take their bets.
"When will it leave, why is it here?"
You are confused, you drink your beer.
You fall, but no pain has occured.
Your muscles are old, your sight is a blur.
You feel so helpless, but don;t care now.
They all are laughing, quite so loud.
Until one day, a group of kids.
All joined together, and told no fibs.
They want to help you, can;t you see?
This group doesn't judge, so please don;t flee.
Your life is now turned upside down.
Love, is newfound.
Now good day sir.
Your world more clear, your past, a blur.
[why can;t more people become un-judgemental. this poem is not about anyone i know. but i hope it inspires others to help one another. love is a great thing.]
