Deviant
Deviant, you call me
Scourge of the earth,
Demon spawn
While others paint me as victim
Victim of society, or
Victim of my upbringing
Or lack thereof
So, you think you know me
Know my secret fears and hates
And point to my insecurity
And who are you
Who wear the judge’s robes
To pronounce me deviant
Outcast
Unwanted
Victim
Broken?
The gavel falls
And the label sticks
Hard as I try to dispel it
To conquer it
To rise above it
And you, who are you?
Are we not all outcasts in some way?
Deviant in some way?
Victims of something or other?
I do not know you
Or why your dismissal of me hurts
No, I will not admit it
But it does hurt
And keeps me separate,
Alone, forsaken
Walking this gritty road
A deviant
Behind the walls of your choosing
