misfits

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When I picture you. I see you in black and white.The sun is just breaking the day and your shuffling down the sidewalk in your usual manner.Drumming your fingers along the side of some graffiti stained building.
When I picture you. I see you in black and white.The sun is just breaking the day and your shuffling down the sidewalk in your usual manner.Drumming your fingers along the side of some graffiti stained building.
I am a misfit I don't do what others do I write words ignored.   My eyes have seen hate. My ears hear things I'd never say, They are full of hate.  
How to be a Misfit mis·fitnoun \ˈmis-ˌfit also ˌmis-ˈfit\ : a person who is different from other people and who does not seem to belong in a particular group or situation
How can I cease to be The person that is me For when I look in the mirror,what do I see? I see a girl that society is breaking, I see a girl that society is making. A girl that yearns to stand tall,
I am making mistakes Bumping down the road without a break, Binging on food so that  I can be in a bettter mood. I am the rock in the leather jacket, Standing against the gate looking cool
As a tornado we all go through live together , as one giant twister of winds. Holding each other's hands while we storm through the lands. With all the sounds we create , our thunder can be heard by all.
Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain She longs to tug on the fabric, to pull it miles away She hides so that her mold matches that of society So that she won’t be seen for her flaws and mistakes  
From my youth, I recall thoughts and wishes Of my life being as the wind that swayed the trees. It didn’t hide its true self behind something fictitious It was powerful, beautiful, and noticeable, just as I wanted to be.
  Over the years I've lived through a lot of things; Over the years I've been a lot of people, So many that I lost myself.   Sometimes I look,
This goes to the people that think life's not worth living,
Wildwose and rider And drowsy nightingale. Bird in scrubby bushland Letting sleep prevail. Bellerophon  robber Pegasus did take Horsefly was his ruin Wanderer did make.
I am the girl that is permanently stainedThere’s more to sex than giving birth and STDSSometimes if your lucky you’ll still have your prince charming and be a drop dead beauty queen,
We are the lost And forgotten Our emotions turned Dry as cotton ……………………………….. We are the broken
She plays with her hair like always, not even a nervous habit, just an everyday habit since she's always nervous.
This world we come from is filled with this general idea of understanding that the expectations of this uprising generation has an influence in a manner that as significant enough to drown every single essence of basic understanding.
The bass controls my pulse The whole room shaking from the sound Bodies slamming, sweat swapped All walks of life become one The whole place is in unison Punk rock connects all Singers bouncing off kids
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