We all look the same

In the dark,

But it seems

Acceptance

Is no walk in the park.

I dress in dark clothes,

They call me_ emo._

I wear my k-pop merch,

They call me _a_ _freak._

_What do I have to do_

_To be accepted?_

Should I change my hair?

Maybe…

It’s tangled,

And dyed weird colors,

And doesn’t flow with their wind.

Should I change my interests?

Maybe…

They’re too far off from the

Popular crowd,

They’re too exotic to be seen as

Normal…

_I’m…_

_I’m not normal…_

I just want them to

Accept me…

_Why won’t they_

_Accept me..?_

We all look the same

In the dark,

Do I need to make myself

More tame

To fit in?

_What’s so wrong with me..?_

Is it the way I talk?

The way I walk?

Or is it just

My whole vibe?

_I’m not pretty enough…_

Tangled hair,

Not-so-skinny body,

Blemished skin,

I know

I’m no

Beauty queen.

_I’m not cool enough…_

They think

K-pop

And Kim Dracula

Are lame,

Weird,

And they label me

A freak.

_I’m just not enough…_

No matter how I change,

They’ll never see

Someone like me

As their

Equal.

_I could never amount_

_To as much as them…_

We all look the same

In the dark,

But they can still tell me

Apart.

I’m a weed in a flower field.

I’m a moth amongst butterflies.

I’m the standalone freak in a normal world.

__

_They’ll never _

_Accept me…_

_I myself can’t even_

_Accept me…_

__

_Why can’t I_

_Accept me..?_