Misfits, outcasts but it is
Them who we shall outlast,
Forgotten, we don’t fit in,
Some would call us pioneers,
Changing ways not doing
Things, proper, how maverick.
But no not I,
I choose to stray away
From the flock,
Not from a need to be special,
Or edgy but a need to just be,
Different, to not do these things,
They all do or at least not the
Same way in which they do,
An urge to rebel and repel,
I don’t want to be normal,
Never have, but nor do I wish
To be abnormal, just something,
different, you could call it
A unique style, or poor taste,
I have both yet neither of these,
I am me, not just an individual
As we all are, but independant,
See the world needs people like him and her,
But also people like me, you see
We deter,
From the norm, they don’t
Understand, no one truly does,
Going left when they go right,
It’s simply a buzz,
You question me while keep
Walking forward never looking
Back, always ahead,
Reassurance? I need of none,
You probably still don’t understand but for those
Who do my work here is done.
But it is not work, simply fun...
Being truly alternative and different is a rarity yet so easy to accomplish. If someone could be just like you in every way easily, then you are replaceable...more so than those who are truly different. Be different, encourage your weird wild side, don’t be afraid to stand out, stare in the face of adversity. Be loud, be bright, be quiet, be dark, be you. Lead but never be lead, listen and learn but don’t follow, be true and live your life to its fullest, don’t leave your memory’s hollow.