I tried to be special
Chased, slim, and shimmering pale
But with marks I was born
I had almost forgotten
I wanted to be spiritual
A shining personality
But that requires that one has
The genes and the talent
And that is not me
And it takes hundreds of years
To hide faults
I am lightyears away
Deformed and cross-eyed
And it stings like chlorine
Like new mouth sores
A third class have
When everyone listens to you
Can you protect me
I wanted to just flee from myself
Cut away my insufficiency
But with the marks I forgot
I have already been judged
I wanted to be intellectual
Travelled, suave, and disgustingly young
But inheritance weighs heavily
Genes and talent
It was all a mistake
And it takes hundreds of years
To hide faults
I am lightyears away
Deformed and cross-eyed
And it stings like chlorine
Like new mouth sores
A third class have
When everyone listens to you
Can you protect me
Can you protect me
Can you protect me
Can you protect me
Please, protect me