Huh, misfit, that sounds like
trying to find some place, to fit in tight
only to miss, this place, not right
.
Different, strange, the odd one out
Searching, but allways unable
To find my place, you know
Where my mind Is stable
.
But it's not all bad
To be miss fit In a society
Where everything must be labeled
.
Your quirky and Strange
No day is the same
Not filtered, Unshamedly you
Your refreshing so without a care
Others opinions to you, just thin air
.
Your loving yet Guarded,
Closed to most, but once oppend
Love So hard it would scare a ghost
.
But break that trust of a misfit, dare
And watch As for them
Your memory fades away
To thin air