I’ve seen a woman of such beauty

become distorted and tainted

with lust and gluttony. 

I’ve seen a man of such power

turn corrupt and defaced

with anger and fear.

I’ve seen this woman

fall and give up

under the pressures of reality.

As I’ve seen this man

cower in the darkness

under the pressures of life.

Yet they mock me and my type.

Yet they see me as the fallen

the corrupt

the freak

What am I exactly?

But the essence of accomplishment.

And they have the nerve to say I am nothing?

Are they jealous to see that I’ve made it far in life?

The life that they screwed up.

They have ruined the only chance that they get,

And I’m the freak?

And I’m the one who feels the stab of words

that play out of their mouths like dirt.

I’m the freak, yet I have everything I want and need.

I’m the freak while they have nothing.

She’s a woman with no love, just a whore’s heart

He’s a man with no future as well as no present

Yet I’m the freak?

When they are nothing and no one.