Scrubbing

I am not normal

(Both? They ask)

I try to scrub the abnormal away

(Get rid of anything that likes girls)

I brush until my gums bleed, choking on mint and tears

(Leave behind the heathen desires)

My skin is raw from the soap, my nails scratching away

(Once this layer of skin is gone, I'll be normal)

I am unclean

(Why does God hate me?)

Too much dirt

(The dirt of my sins clings through the suds)

Scrubbing, scratching, bleeding, crying, losing, drowning

(Always a sinner, never a winner)

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