We’re the ones you see all around you, earbuds in, heads down, silent
The ones you stay away from because you’re not quite sure what’s going through our heads
The ones who don’t seem to belong anywhere, sometimes at the edge of a group but nearly always alone
The ones who feel as though no one cares, and we’re probably right
Because why should you care
We’re not a part of your clique
You probably don’t even know our names, never mind that we’re in the same English class
The ones who’ve accepted it, we know that we don’t fit in
The ones who still try to conform to society’s norms, they’ll learn soon enough
We will always be the sharp edge, the piece of the puzzle sticking out, that one thing that you know is wrong but you can’t quite figure out what it is
We are the misfits.
~the short awkward one
(so this is isn’t going to happen a ton, I’m not much of a writer, but I hope that if you end up reading this you can relate)
a little soundtrack to my life 