Poems from Misfit

There's time to rest after I die. And until then these days are mine.
No Filter
“Who are you?”, they asked. Well, I’m Kyra of course. My name, meaning light, comes from Greek origin. Or Latin. I don’t quite remember....
You’re just a girl.
You’re just a girl. Do you realize how much work that really is? Do you really think you’ll make it that far? Why don’t you think about a...
Small Towns
A small town is just that. A small town. People are moving about, going nowhere fast It's filled with people who have sepnt their entire...
It isn't easy.
Being depressed isn’t easy. You never want to talk to anyone. You never want to go anywhere. Everyone thinks you’re just antisocial. They...