What a freak you are

 The freak is the one that looks and judges
The rest of us are just variations of the unknown
The crowd becoming fluid in rapport
The odd person passes their monitors

A weird girl with a painted face
Followed by two strange skinny goth boys
Followed in turn again by two overweight teens
Eyes leapt from skulls as if a crime was committed

They were just strolling through the mall
But you all are the freaks for staring at them
Not letting go of their differences
creating their backstories

Therefore you are the freak not them
Whatever doesn't adjust to your baseline
Your zone of comfort and false beliefs
Whatever doesn't pray or kick a ball