To Create. To Live

The Misfits of Neverland

No matter where I go

All I find is pain

A sorrow in the eyes

Of children left behind

Never have I found

A place without prejudice

Or a place without outcasts

And no matter where I go

I am left alone

To sit or stand or walk or run

For never have I been

To a place I am accepted

I'm alone in this home

And this school and this world

Never have I found a story I fit in

Or a group to call family

Neither a heart willing of me

I've traveled all the world

And every other world in turn

I have searched film and book

But I have not found a place

Where I am welcomed with a smile

Never have I been apart of something special

It seems that even Neverland has its misfits