My soul, a burden I can not bear.

As a child, I longed to fit in,

But always felt like an outsider, a sin.

No matter what I did, I was the odd one out,

Not cool enough, not pretty enough, no clout.

I yearned to be normal, like everyone else,

But my efforts were futile, my heart felt like a shelf.

Years passed by, and I kept on waiting,

Hoping that one day, I wouldn't be so alienating.

But self-hatred consumed me, a painful reality,

No matter where I went, I was always me, a fatality.

I wonder how I'll spend the rest of my life,

With this voice inside me, causing endless strife.

I can't change my past, this is who I am,

And there seems to be no light.

For I'll always be revolting, in my own eyes,

A truth that I can not disguise.