Misfits

To the misfits and the freaks
To the outcasts and the geeks
To the weird kids that don’t care
Feeling like you’re not there

To the ones who won’t look in
To the mirror because you’re scared
Don’t let the hate become your own
There are those whom art has no meaning

Who look up at the Sistine Chapel
And only see a ceiling
Well you know what I would say to you?
Very nice to meet you

The perfect conversation,
I think that I read about one time
When everyone had their own mind

Stoic Poetry

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