I am the one who is different.

My body's distorted and ugly to see

My voice is a croak, not the trill it should be

They bend over backwards in kindness to me

Because I am the one who is different.



I am the one who is broken.

My reach is too small and my hands are too thick

My skin is like sandpaper, not silky slick

My wings never grew and I'm heavy as brick

Because I am the one who is broken.



     There's a cringe in their eyes when they look at me

     I can tell they're avoiding my touch

     But the saddest of all is to look at their beauty

     And know that their care is an unpleasant duty

     I wish I was like them so much.



But I am the one who is twisted.

They promise someday I will go to a place

Where everyone else has my body and face

On a world at the edges of black empty space.

I'll live with the rest who are twisted.



CHORUS



But I am the one who is twisted.

They promise someday I will go to a place

Where everyone else has my body and face

On a world at the edges of black empty space.

I'll live with the rest who are twisted.



A nightmare of none but the twisted.







Words and music:  Kathy Mar



Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar