We Are The Misfits

Location

97448
United States
44° 13' 8.022" N, 123° 18' 52.218" W

We are the misfits.

Some of us have learning disabilities.
Some of us have social problems.
Some of us have been abused.
Some of us have depression.
Some of us are sick.
We are the misfits.

We sit in the hallway during lunch
and bravely accept the judgement dished out by passerbys.
They toss things at us
and throw around words like bullets.
We say next to nothing about us
and try to carry on with our lives.
We are the misfits.

We get called freaks.
Retards.
Fags.
Dykes.
Sluts.
Overachievers.
Nerds.
Geeks.
We are the misfits.

We feel sad.
Lonely.
Hurt.
Ostrasized.
Forgotten.
Worthless.
We are the misfits.

In class, our heads hang down
and our mouths are shut.
When we know the answer,
we keep it to ourselves.
Our eyes don't make contact with others.
Group work is a death sentence.
We are the misfits.

Every day is a battle
that we know we'll never win.
It's be easier to take our lives,
but some of us decide not to.
Sometimes we hurt ourselves to feel better.
Some of us will crack
and grow up to be psychopaths.
Some will turn to alcohol.
Or drugs.
But nobody really cares,
do they?
Because
we are the misfits.

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