The Defects
Society is a doll company
Mass-producing humanoid objects
That may have a beautiful, fulfilling time with a buyer who cares for them
A horrible time with children who either don’t know any better
(Or simply don’t like them)
Or they’ll collect dust on a collector’s shelf.
Once in a while though
A defective doll gets put on the shelves
Usually, society casts them out before they hit the shelves
But they made it
They get to publicly exist.
Yet, it doesn’t get easier from here.
When people see them, they laugh
They mock them over the internet and to their faces
Sometimes, they are bought specifically to be made fun of
They’re just something to gawk at
And point and laugh at
And try to fix.
They constantly get picked apart
They’re told that if they were like this or that
They would be normal
They would fit in
And when they finally find someone who at least won’t try to change them
It turns out to be a fucking lie.
But of course, they probably should’ve known.
Who could ever like defects?
Defects are dolls too.
They deserve to be loved
And treated just like everyone else
Even if they aren’t “normal”
They don’t want everyone around them to try and change them.
Because their differences are beautiful
So they don’t want to be a carbon copy like everyone else
And they want people to see that too.
That’s all defects want
That’s all I want.
