We are all freaks.
Alone in our rooms at night,
we are all weirdos,
outcasts,
losers.
Weather you admit it or not,
you are all worried that others won't accept you,
that if they knew the real you,
they would recoil in horror.
Each of us carries with us a secret shame that we think is somehow unique.
And if each of us are freaks,
then can't we accept whats different in each other,
and move on?