Misfit

I listen to their voices in my head

they echo through my heart and through my mind

the things they say are rarely very kind

I would have followed anywhere they led

I go through each day longing for my bed

they wonder why I always lag behind

I guess it's just the way I've been designed

them finding out the truth is what I dread

I am different I'm not meant to fit

the truth is I don't fit in the world's mold

under their pressure, I will never fold

the scream of pain won't come, my teeth will grit

to sorrowful darkness, I won't be sold

forever broken, I'll rise above it