| The Freaks |
| "Today's kids are up to no good" you say. Well, look a little closer try to see the truth they've taught you to deny. I see the causes my generation fights for. Rebels and freaks we may be but we're much more than you care to see. Dark clothes aren't indicitive of depression. The spikes on our necks and wrists don't mean we won't accept hugs when they're offered. Our imaginations are vivid but that doesn't mean we're out of control. Our attitudes are carefree but that doesn't mean we don't care. We feel akin to hard edged sounds but rock doesn't mean we're rolling on drugs. Hell, most of us don't even get high. We respect each other as much as we respect ourselves, don't doubt that. We see far beneath the glassy surface accepting things for everything they are and everything they are not. We are artistically inclines to no end, creative little buggers. We possess intelligence the likes of which you've neverwitnessed and, yes, we're smart-asses. Sure, we're witty, sarcastic and sometimes caustic but more often than not we're polite. Sure, sometimes we can be mean, but what do you expect? We are the outsiders by chance or by choice. We're nothing near the norm. we're nothing like you. We are the freaks You gave us the label as you taunted and sneered. We turned the negative into positive, embracing the dark little title for all it represents. We are a a colorful cast of characters, all different, all the same. We all bear secret scars. We all bear secret smiles. |
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