I’ve always been different,
Always the freak.
Never the one to get the attention,
Never the one anyone would seek.

Always an outcast,
Always so shy.
Never spoke to anyone,
Not even the perfect guy.

Been loved before,
Never had it last.
As I’ve said before,
I’m just some outcast.

Scared to love again,
And being so hurt.
For I’ve only known the loner life,
Always feel like dirt.

Hated by the ones who knew me most,
Loved by ones who knew me least.
Never loved myself however,
I fear I’m just a beast.

Self loathing consumes me,
Like the monsters within.
Maybe they’re all right,
I’m just a loser in my skin.

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