In the eyes of the wanted,
You are the hunted.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be first rank,
Rather then being hunted for steak?
It’s a war,
Between the beautiful and the rejected.
There isn’t any way to stay protected.
Take a step into the norm,
Realize that you’re torn.
Cry tears of relization,
And beg the beautiful for recognition.

 
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