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This is a poem for the weirdos and the misfits

The ones the society outcast because they don’t fit,

These are the ones they say are strange because they think

And form their own opinions

And discover missing links

And expose the establishment

For its lies and corruption,

For they are stronger simply because the have got the unction,

To stand up and try to be heard

Above the mundanity,

From the outside looking in all they see is society’s sheep

And they want to retain their Individuality,

They love being called weirdos and freaks

If it means they’re seen as unique,

And if you think that I may have got it then you don’t see,

I am one of these weirdo misfits,

An outcast from society

And living proof that you can be happy in this way

And still full of love and peace in each and every day.