We were misfits the neglected ******* of a backwards world that rejected us not because we were sick demented or dangerous but because we didn't prescribe to a preconceived notion of what a functioning citizen was.
Not rotten enough to spoil behind the bars of a prison just competent enough to work menial jobs and drown our sorrows at the corner pub.
We swallowed this hard truth the same way we drank our shots with no chaser and at times it burnt maybe even made us tear up but we never let it beat us (too strong for that)
We were beautiful resilient beasts that could carry the weight of the world upon our shoulders and it was heavy but we would tell ourselves "doesn't every world need an atlas?" so we went on holding up the sky when no one asked it of us.