The Life of a Misfit


Sometimes, a misfit will ask themself the question;
"What's the point of being concience?"
With a connotation of the oppression,
receding a slim chance to blossom;
Finding the value of a murdered tree waiving over their heads,
confused with the placing of man;
Because they've seen their generation drown in debt,
as if it was the entire plan?
Creating a distrust for the system of education,
because the lack of understanding;
Making the capitalism shown around this nation,
seem as if it will be everlasting;
And to a misfit who just wants learn,
There are questions they will keep asking;

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