The making of a misfit

Listen to the sound of the tears,
As they splash on this very page,
My cousins friends pushed me out,
I have but no where to go,
All I could feel was sorrow and rage,

Its becoming a frequent thing,
The drama and the stressing,
A part of me wishes I could stay at school,
Because the way they treated me in there,
To how they treat me right now,
Is considered a blessing,

Its the summer time and by the rock and roll bug,
I have been bitten,
These are the realities of an Albino,
They ask why do you write like that,
The first rule of the Misfit is if it effects me its written,

Picture the bullies on the college table,
Staring with evil eyes and there merciless glancing,
This is the movement of the misfit,
I went from that bullied boy in school,
To the general of the lyrical militia,
My pen and paper are my troops,
Now we are advancing,

In my head lyrical ideas are a plenty,
I am a poet going strong,
I am going to keep doing this,
Even I after I am twenty,

Just like my cousins friends,
The people I meet now days,
Push me out and assume I am weak and dumb,
But the truth Is they cant stomach the fact,
That I am trying my best,
To show the kids of tomorrow,
Its good to stand out like a sore thumb,

I have never had a girlfriend that lasted long,
The ones I have been with,
Rip my heart out of my soul before I get chance to miss it,
Its true that the experiences in life make you who you are,
In the following pages,
You’ll see that I am a misfit.