"Freaks" is what they're labled,
Monsters their maiden name,
Outcasts are what they really are,
Now they have a greusome fame.
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They perform to entertain us,
Although at them we all laugh,
We throw our insecurities at them,
Our blind and hateful wrath.
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They travel around in trailers,
But live in a fiery hell,
They wish they could be like us,
They are inside their shell.
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I wish that I could be like them,
My talents I could share,
Aren't we all like them inside,
Our writing is our fair.
