I'm a "misfit",
a "freak",
the "weird kid" that you all hit.
It's not that nice,
and what do you gain?
Just yet another vice?
Why is the word in such a state?
How do we live with all this hate?
We don't.
Well not all of us by any rate.
Anyone "depressed" is labeled right away,
so I think it's you that started this fray.
You were the ones to label me a "misfit",
and you were the ones that started to hit.
It's your fault I'm in such a mess,
say "sorry" if you want,
but it won't make it less.
The pain you've made inside my chest,
I'm broken and not at my very best.
But I'll get by,
put a smile on my mask,
because deep down it's you who needs to ask:
"maybe the real 'misfit' is me?"
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My Maze of a Mind
PoetryThese are some of my poems that illustrate how I feel sometimes, some will be happy - others not, so sorry if they depress you. WARNING: these poems may be triggering to some, in particular: The Treachery of the Knives, Beautiful Scarlet and The N...
