Weird and Unusual
Weird and unusual was how she was classed.
A new town, a new place
The same old way, the same old rules
Teenagers trying to be cool in their trendy clothes
Waiting their acceptance into the gang
But they, in a cell, would soon be bored
Hearing the same old news
Wearing the same trendy clothes
Does no-one want to scream?
Perhaps a few, but none would dare
In case of being given a stare
Yet, here she was, a colour against the rest
Shock, shock, horror, horror
And perhaps someday someone else will too.