The Misfits.
They are quite the little devils
And sometimes, they are the boisterous angels
Filled with life and darkness
In the right proportions too
A good balance just like fire and ice
They are misfits who always have a space
In their own little world
With tempered transparent walls
You can see them but you can't come into that space
They are social inept with dark stories
And maybe innately dark and introverted too
See them as they should be seen
Do not try to change them
Life is all about acceptance and they crave that too
Don't force them to be in your circle
Just as they won't want you in theirs either
Each man to his own world with magnifying glasses
As each person's individuality paves the way for our different paths
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.