Misfit

I’m a Misfit, I’m considered the black sheep
All I ever wanted is someone to hear my cries and weeps
Sometimes I feel so lost I wonder if I’m the creep
I see a future and I try so hard to leap
But it’s in my dreams, where I’m in a comatose sleep
I wake up with the same possible future but I’m too afraid
I don’t really fit in, what would I have to trade?
My future becomes dull as the sunshine starts to fade
I’m a Misfit, I’m also considered the ugly duckling
Because I’m lost, I can’t seem to stop struggling
Being a Misfit is so lonely
It’s draining physically and emotionally
I come from a complicated past, from years and years of abuse
To this day, I’m not sure my purpose, I’m still so confused
There are many days and nights, I feel so invisible
My mind and my heart become divisible
I had a few amazing idols growing up
But they only fulfilled my inner child
As I grew up, my life became too wild
I may be mentally weak, but I’m still physically strong
I am old enough now to know my rights and wrongs
My heart, has become so frail and tender
I go day after day night after night fighting not to surrender
But the air becomes so congestive
I can’t help but become clumsy because my eyes become sensitive
I’m completely paranoid, I’m always checking my back, I’m always on edge
I want a better life, I really do, So I close my eyes and begin to pledge
I want the life that’s so luxurious and lavish
But the life I live, is almost completely perished
I try to be someone I’m not, so I fall back and cower
My hopes and dreams become nothing but a wilting flower
I’m a Misfit, so I guess it’s normal to not be appreciated
However, it hurts like hell and I become so devastated
Sometimes I wonder if I’m a poor version of Cinderella
As I collect the tears forming a puddle under my holey umbrella
I’m a Misfit, I don’t belong, and if I do, where would it be?

Stephanie Davis
11/28/20