Society sees me
And its eyes fill up
With hate and disgust
Hate and disgust
Hate and disgust.
Society sees me
And its eyes fill up
With hate and disgust
Hate and disgust from within.
Does anyone know why
Its eyes are so gloomy
So sad when they set upon me?
Can anyone guess
The cause of its hate,
The cause of its scorn,
The cause of its disapproval?
Does anyone care
That coldness dwells
In the eyes of society
In the eyes of society toward me?
I’ll tell you why, I’ll explain
I’ll let you know the truth.
Society feeds on what it creates
For that’s all it knows how to do.
It created me and I look different
Yes, I look different
I look different from the crowd.
Uniqueness is promoted
Weirdness can be praised,
But different,
Different cannot be tolerated.
What makes me different?
Why do I stand out?
Why give me the time of day?
I wear scars for all my sins
Scars for all that I’ve done wrong.
Look at a smoker’s lungs,
And their poor choices are clear.
Anorexics may be pretty,
But their sin is just as bold.
Those whose crimes are of the heart,
Their past shines through their eyes.
Why still am I different?
My scars are of the flesh,
My scars are of the skin.
No man has authority
To judge the severity of sin,
But society blesses those,
Whose scars are held within.
Age 16
And its eyes fill up
With hate and disgust
Hate and disgust
Hate and disgust.
Society sees me
And its eyes fill up
With hate and disgust
Hate and disgust from within.
Does anyone know why
Its eyes are so gloomy
So sad when they set upon me?
Can anyone guess
The cause of its hate,
The cause of its scorn,
The cause of its disapproval?
Does anyone care
That coldness dwells
In the eyes of society
In the eyes of society toward me?
I’ll tell you why, I’ll explain
I’ll let you know the truth.
Society feeds on what it creates
For that’s all it knows how to do.
It created me and I look different
Yes, I look different
I look different from the crowd.
Uniqueness is promoted
Weirdness can be praised,
But different,
Different cannot be tolerated.
What makes me different?
Why do I stand out?
Why give me the time of day?
I wear scars for all my sins
Scars for all that I’ve done wrong.
Look at a smoker’s lungs,
And their poor choices are clear.
Anorexics may be pretty,
But their sin is just as bold.
Those whose crimes are of the heart,
Their past shines through their eyes.
Why still am I different?
My scars are of the flesh,
My scars are of the skin.
No man has authority
To judge the severity of sin,
But society blesses those,
Whose scars are held within.
Age 16