Still a Freak – a poem about………

Monsters didn’t live underneath my bed,

They always resided within my head.

A child who removed the heads from toys,

To horrify the other girls and boys.

Would take a graze that hurt so good,

Loved the taste of my own blood.

Not that I considered myself unique,

Just another lonely but pretty freak.

Dressed in clothes of grey and black,

Happy to bring the old days back.

Indulging in the stranger things,

Like helping fairies to find their wings.

You made me out to be a liar,

When you set your doll on fire.

No longer a trend because my life’s not so bleak,

But deep down inside, I’m still a freak!


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