5.11.2015

To be a complete and utter misfit:

Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one of my kind—
because it seems like my interests just don’t align.

I’m a drop of black ink in pool of white—
just because I don’t prefer day to night.

I’m a reverberating hum in an otherwise silent crowd—
because somehow everything I say is too loud.

I’m the passerby of an uninhabited pasture—
because without the company of people I wouldn’t last here.

It’s as if I’m different in every feasible way—
because they don’t even pretend to want me to stay.

I’m a misfit in all ways a person could be—
because I stand alone and whisper my plea.

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