sleepless nights are full of wonder,
as everyone dreams of drag fighters and vampire slayers,
us misfits are left to wonder the world on a tightrope.
on teardrop out of place and you'll topple down and down
into the oblivion of the darkness below/
so why is it that we roam the world of shadows?
because we do not belong in the light.
the pretend angels of the media have deemed us unworthy,
they see us as the devils of reailty,
the world of pain, anger and flaws,
the world that accept people for who they are, not what they look like.
but us devils of reality were pushed and pushed into the shadows,
into sleepwalking all day and screaming all night.
so next time you see someone whose smile does not reach their eyes,
or their voice cracks as they say "im fine",
or they wear long sleeves in the summer,
remember,
us misfits are people too.
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Poems
Poesíaall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
