A misfit as I always was
struggle was a routine
every day I tried so hard
only to fit in.
But as days went by
I grew older,
this need felt more
and so much deeper,
just to try
and relate to another
but it went further and further,
as I was only another soul,
trying to find joy in my life
but being a misfit, it was hard,
no matter how hard I tried.
I was called names,
not necessarily bad,
but not blending in
just made me sad,
I went on with my life
trying to fit in,
when suddenly I realised
a different spin,
as I had grown
older still,
and wanted to know
what I was different in,
but alas all of it
I had lost,
my pursuit to fit in,
my uniqueness I had cost.
So I tried
to find myself,
into myself
I had to delve
to bring back all that
I had lost
my differences that willingly
I had tossed.
I struggled to bring it
back again,
but society judged
and it was such a strain,
until I found a misfit
just like me,
and she had come and
set me free.
So I didn’t care
for others anymore
I remained myself
instead of being a bore.