O, strange, unusual, odd one.
You never seem to fit in; you always find yourself in front of the gun.
Always at the end of scurrilous attacks
They aim and shoot vitriol with their shameful acts.
But fitting in was never a part of the plan.
......
In shadows cast by family ties,
A daughter's heart, a pariah's cries.
A tale unfolds, in verses draped,
Of trials faced, in darkness shaped.
"My whole heart," a weight inside,
Measured, deemed, and cast aside.
An old scar, an attempt to bleach,
Yet the stain of judgment does reach.
Deemed a crime, her heart on trial,
Waiting for redemption, mile by mile.
......
O, strange, unusual, odd one.
You never seem to fit in; you always find yourself in front of the gun.
Always at the end of scurrilous attacks
They aim and shoot vitriol with their shameful acts.
But fitting in was never a part of the plan.
......
In shadows cast by family ties,
A daughter's heart, a pariah's cries.
A tale unfolds, in verses draped,
Of trials faced, in darkness shaped.
"My whole heart," a weight inside,
Measured, deemed, and cast aside.
An old scar, an attempt to bleach,
Yet the stain of judgment does reach.
Deemed a crime, her heart on trial,
Waiting for redemption, mile by mile.
......