misfits
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I’m already a misfit out of place
The one you just can’t seem to embrace
Not because I’m bad or because I’m good
I can’t be pegged in the way you think I should
When I picture you. I see you in black and white.The sun is just breaking the day and your shuffling down the sidewalk in your usual manner.Drumming your fingers along the side of some graffiti stained building.
When I picture you. I see you in black and white.The sun is just breaking the day and your shuffling down the sidewalk in your usual manner.Drumming your fingers along the side of some graffiti stained building.
I am a misfit
I don't do what others do
I write words ignored.
My eyes have seen hate.
My ears hear things I'd never say,
They are full of hate.
How to be a Misfit
mis·fitnoun \ˈmis-ˌfit also ˌmis-ˈfit\
: a person who is different from other people and who does not seem to belong in a particular group or situation
How can I cease to be
The person that is me
For when I look in the mirror,what do I see?
I see a girl that society is breaking,
I see a girl that society is making.
A girl that yearns to stand tall,
I am making mistakes
Bumping down the road without a break,
Binging on food so that I can be in a bettter mood.
I am the rock in the leather jacket,
Standing against the gate looking cool
As a tornado we all go through live together , as one giant twister of winds. Holding each other's hands while we storm through the lands.
With all the sounds we create , our thunder can be heard by all.
Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain
She longs to tug on the fabric, to pull it miles away
She hides so that her mold matches that of society
So that she won’t be seen for her flaws and mistakes
From my youth, I recall thoughts and wishes
Of my life being as the wind that swayed the trees.
It didn’t hide its true self behind something fictitious
It was powerful, beautiful, and noticeable, just as I wanted to be.
Over the years I've lived through a lot of things;
Over the years I've been a lot of people,
So many that I lost myself.
Sometimes I look,
Wildwose and rider
And drowsy nightingale.
Bird in scrubby bushland
Letting sleep prevail.
Bellerophon robber
Pegasus did take
Horsefly was his ruin
Wanderer did make.
I am the girl that is permanently stainedThere’s more to sex than giving birth and STDSSometimes if your lucky you’ll still have your prince charming and be a drop dead beauty queen,
We are the lost
And forgotten
Our emotions turned
Dry as cotton
………………………………..
We are the broken
She plays with her hair like always,
not even a nervous habit,
just an everyday habit
since she's always nervous.
This world we come from is filled with this general idea of understanding that the expectations of this uprising generation has an influence in a manner that as significant enough to drown every single essence of basic understanding.
The bass controls my pulse
The whole room shaking from the sound
Bodies slamming, sweat swapped
All walks of life become one
The whole place is in unison
Punk rock connects all
Singers bouncing off kids
