I'm just a misfit.
I just don't fit in.
I'm just a outcast.
I'm just missing my past.

Cut me open and tell me whats inside,
diagnose me because i keep wondering.
Why my frequency is always off,
on a different pitch from the world.
Nobody to hear my cry, can anybody respond?

I need a cure, my circle doesn't fit the worlds square,
my corners missing, never fulfilled.
My brains wired wrong and I need a remedy.
Its not a phase it happens all the time.

The walls are desolate, a body full of ghosts.
No hint of movement or a sign of a pulse,
only a echo of skin and bones.

So come rain on my parade,
because I want to feel something.
Come shove me over the edge, tear me apart
because my head is in overdrive.

I know I'm supposed to be more,
Im not just another brick in the road,
more than just a spec of dust.
Life is supposed to mean more but i can't do this on my own.
Who will fix me now? Save me from myself?

I may be just another star in your sky
But the thing about stars
Is each one shines bright

I don't fit in like the rest,
I feel as if this is a test,
Society will never try it's best,
Like my heart will never fit in my chest,
We look to see what has been left,
And we come to see nothing but a government.

I'm weird because I like it.
I'm weird because I'm cool.
In my novel, movie and musical,
I am both the Stars and the Moon.
The only outcast present,
is your attitude and you.
So when you try to judge me,
the world is judging you.

Floating by
Going through the motions
So little time left
No point in a change now
how much longer 'til my head explodes?
A few days could push my limit
Hollow-out feeling increasing every minute
Never-ending out of body experience
Eating me alive
One bite at a time

It took them enormous courage
To wake up every morning and put their uniform on,
To practice their best smile in front of the mirror,
To go a whole day feeling like an absolute misfit.
The fear of being judged had sealed their innocent lips,
Their ability to converse was almost nonexistent.
Their opinion? It had disappeared into thin air.
The sorrow in their beautiful eyes narrated stories never to be uttered,
Their souls were painted in colors of normalcy – just like you and me.
It’s not that they didn't try to be ‘one of them’
But that, they were terribly misunderstood.
Here’s to those ‘misfits’, to those ‘outcasts’ –
Without you all, there would be dogs that wouldn't be loved in this chaotic world.
Without you all, the libraries in schools would be inanimate – you give it life with every page you turn.
Without you all, there would be music unheard of.
Without you all, there would be a world filled to its rim with pretence.
If you ask me,
Life is not about the long run,
It’s about taking each moment as it comes.
To me, you've made it through many such moments – YOU did it.
You might be wounded and scarred,
But remember no battle was won without battle scars.
You are unparalleled,
But sometimes you seem to forget – just take a look inside and you will see the magic you can create.