Misfits

Misfits 

She was a beauty with dark, long hair and cold black eyes.

She was an emotional who talked to the spirits

She wore black all the time and was into some very dark shit.

People called her a misfit. Because she was different.

She was a misfit.

He was a nerd

Who knew everything about everything 

He talked about stuff people didn't really care about 

He played games from XBOX to board games. And read every comic that existed.

People called him a misfit. Because he was different.

He was a misfit.

All her friends were great dancers but she had two left legs.

She tried and tried, yet she wobbled and wobbled.

But she never gave up 

Yet she couldn't just fit in with her friends. 

People called her a misfit. Because she was different.

She was a misfit.

He was the quiet one

He would sit in the corner scribbling something into his notebook 

People said he was weird and kept him aside. Little did they know he was a great artist waiting to be recognized.

But 

People called him a misfit. Because he was different.

He was a misfit.

They dark-haired girl, the nerdy boy, the two left legged girl and the quiet ones together they were the misfits. They didn't care if they were called misfits because they knew being a misfit is better than being judgmental.

They were the misfits, and they were proud of it . Don't let them destroy you. Instead, rise from the ashes and prove them all wrong . Being a misfit is not something bad. I am a misfit, too, and I am proud that I am different from others. Being a misfit doesn't make you any less smart or any less pretty or any less handsome. You are who you are maybe a misfit.