fingers
Fingers
You know what I go through.
But yet you still tease
I don’t understand
How it can come with such ease.
Maybe I’m not as developed
Or maybe I’m just weird
I feel like the lady and the carnival
You know the one with the beard.
Yes I have fingers…
If anyone wants to know
Just because they aren’t as long as yours
Doesn’t mean I’m a freak show
I’m tired of being looked at
As lesser of a person
I wish you could be in my shoes
Then maybe you would learn somethin’
Then wana ask me why
I act the way I do.
All I do is smile and say
It’s because of people like you
Feel like I have to try harder
Just to get boys
Turns out when I do that…
I end up getting used like a toy
It’s like I need Mederma for the inside of me
Because all you want to do is rip up every part of me
Showing no evidence accept the scars inside
And they are not one’s I can easily hide.
It’s whatever though
Because I really don’t care
No more of these teases
That I cannot bear
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