Why do you judge me?
Is it because I cover my face with paint,
or because I hide my features with attire.
I do so because I am ashamed,
ashamed of what you'll think of me.
Am I normal?
You judge my weight,
but you look just like me.
You say I'm ugly,
but your cheeks are covered with spots.
I see nothing wrong with you,
but why do you hurt me so?
I try to fit in,
but all you do is push me away.
Society's standards cut deep like razorblades.
I thought I was normal,
but why do you tell me different?
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