Was I really born just to be
Laughed at by society?
They sit up high looking nice and neat
As I blunder around on two left feet.
For every flaw that one might see
A thousand hands point and laugh at me.
Bleeding again as I struggle to stand,
Noone bothers to give a helping hand.
Forever afraid I might be catching,
They won't be damned just by watching.
I was born purely to be,
The laughing stock of society.