Monday Muse: Twinkle, Twinkle

Twinkle, twinkle little freak, 
what answers do you seek? 
Trapped alone, so very far above, 
away from anything resembling love, 
twinkle, twinkle little freak, 
how do you live when life's so bleak? 

Don't trust the world around you, 
it ever is one to speak untrue, 
it will tell you you don't belong, 
that you have never been strong, 
that because you see the world askew, 
a medicated zombie is now you. 

Twinkle, twinkle little star, 
ride the light near and far, 
cold and bright, it is memory, 
locked within, every passing century, 
twinkle, twinkle little star, 
there is still more in your repertoire. 

 Never let them tell you who you are, 
or look down on you for being sick, 
they are not your lodestar, 
what they want don't mean shit, 
their words may one day scar, 
but let them grow not septic. 

 You are unwell, that may be true, 
but even sick, you get to be you.