Misfit, me.
On the outside
looking in,
like a stranger
in the wind.
They say being different
is the key
to a life filled with journey
and a life filled with glee.
We spend all of our time
striving for a norm
that hasnt been born.
And, when in reality,
this "norm" is just brutality.
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