Trapped in my own skin

Trapped in my own skin

Why is everyone staring at me,
have they never seen ranked up skin?
Why do they judge me as weird and a joke,
before they even know me from within.

I pity them, the ordinary people,
when the pray to god, like he cares?
If he is real and full of goodness
then why i am i like this, how can he call that fair?

I wish someone would treat me normally,
My mum, my teachers anybody?
Tell me why i deserve,
to be stuck in this discusting abnormal body.

I stay low and unseen now
This condition really damages my ego.
For tears fill my eyes when i hear the mutters
The freak of the disease Vitiligo.

"God only gives us challenges we can handle"
Well thats a complete fucking lie
Becuase everyday when i wake up
I hope this day i will die.