My world is music, paper and my pencil.
I can fill it with my demons of the day.
Horror within my psyche.
Dismay within my spirit.
I can fill it with words of wisdom.
I express tales from the beyond.
Here I can forget the people around me.
They mean nothing to me in this world.
Just shadows that I can leave behind.
This is my world.
I am misfit of society.
But I share with world with other misfits such as myself.
Your world would be tedious without us.
We are ones who create and master this forbidden ability.
But we are ones create the world you only fantasize about.
We bring it to life and touch your very character.
But yet condemns us in your world.
We are misfits and without us, you are nothing in this world.

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