I was a strange soul in a world of norms
A fleeting illusion in a sea of forms
With spikes on my skin to fend off foes
I was burned alive on a pyre of woes
I was a threat to the common sense
I was the outcast in the social fence
I was the meat to be tossed away
A blade losing to a royal sway
I was the blackest hue in a rainbow bright
A paper with odd shadows in the light
I was a scar on the beautiful sky
Begging for another try
Maybe I was the moon among the stars
Not always glowing but being bizarre
Standing out weird in a crowd
Not willing to be cowed