Different

A smile treated as a sneer,
eyes crippling by prejudiced
over the one dressed out of poverty
with worn out pants and wrinkled frayed shirts,
stained jacket,
all treated with disgust.

Ask a question bearing your soul,
just out of desperate loneliness,
they think you're a serial killer, weird,
only deserving of being abused.

Love is the sun you never feel,
forced into shadows as a hideous creature,
mutant gnome to taunt
having only been cursed
through lips imagining evil and grotesque
hidden underneath
a body that shakes out of fear
instead of insanity.

Knife they gossip about
being kept inside the coat,
is really just a pen
used to write a diary
pouring out the pain
beautiful people cause
through their freakish hate.