To The Misfits Of The World

This is how I feel most of the time, like a misfit. Still trying to find a place where I can belong.

Misfits, let's unite

Different is good and special

We destroyed the mold!

Author's Note

I'm still very new to this.

Reviews

[Illegitimate Artist]

Love that you used the word unite. Really pins the problem down. We're all so hellbent on being as different as possible that we end up fighting amongst ourselves instead of rallying against our common enemy. Blah.. Any who. Really enjoyed this piece. I think you captured a righteous sort of fire within seventeen syllables. Nice work!

[distefano 401]

great job! i like the meaning of it, too. you might want to change the word "good", but i understand you have to have a certain amount of syllables, so i wouldn't stress over it; the poem's still really good. (haha i just used the word i told u to change..) i definitely like how you used "destroyed" in the last line; "broke the mold" seems cliche, but that one word made a big difference. nice job, keep writing.