I wrote a poem recently about my depression, which has passed on, but I still have my moments. I wanted to share it with you all, even if you don’t like it.
Misfit - Faith 12/3/3017
They call us misfits
But I say we’re tickets
Tickets to pain
Tickets to hate
Hate for the others, hate for the system
Hate for the lovers who call themselves “crystal”
Because it’s never that simple
Don’t know, oh, they don’t know
They don’t know what it means to feel locked away
Or how it feels to be called untrained
But that’s how it is
And that’s why we ran away
So we’ll close our eyes
And live imaginary lives
We’ll touch the sky
And won’t ask why
Why we’re different
Cause they just won’t listen
They call us sickly
Minds poisoned with sadness
But I say, “Screw them.”
They have the world, and we have this
Hate for the others, hate for the system
Hate for the lovers who call themselves “crystal”
Because it’s never that simple
Don’t know, oh, they don’t know
They don’t know what it means to feel locked away
Or how it feels to be called untrained
“Yes, child, feel unworthy to be alive.”
“Be dismayed, you deserve to die.”
When they look at me, they say, “To be replaced.”
But that’s how it is
That’s why we ran away
We opened our eyes
No more imaginary lives
We fell from the sky
And we asked why
Why are we different?
Why, won’t they listen?
“Well, my child, I guess you are a misfit.”
