Freak Poem by Melody Night

Freak, you call me a freak.
Yet you are the one who is being haled to jail.
Freak, I take it as a complement.
Coming from a criminal,
who shall stay in a cold, dark jail cell,
while I stay in a nice, warm, padded room.
Freak, you shall wear all orange,
while I wear a nice white jacket.
Freak, you call me a freak.
Yet you’re the one to be found guilty for murder.
Freak, I take it as a complement.
While you are in a electric chair,
I stay in my room.
Your life is cut short,
while I am to live longer.
Freak, you call me a freak,
While they hold a funeral for our daughter.