"No one understands me," he said.
She smiled and kissed his head.
"I do," she whispers.
"What am I then?" he whimpers.

She smiled at him and tapped his nose.
"You see yourself as an imperfection that knows,
That knows that the world demands perfection, viewing everything else as disgusting and vile.
And yet you're here, all the long while."

"You believe you don't care what everyone says,
Deep down inside you can't help but feel your heart split in two ways."
She stared out the window,
Once again reminded of a black widow.

"People such as us are doomed.
Living as they do you're sure to be consumed.
Consumed by their malice and their hate,
Never again to be in charge of your own fate."

"You fit in, just don't feel right.
Because of them we must face this dreadful plight.
We will never know what it's like to be accepted truly.
People like us are parts of a puzzle that fit in a certain spot but mess up the picture so unruly."