Beautiful Misfit

Some people always feel like they don't belong

It's something you've felt your entire life, 

like an unspoken rule or an unwritten law

You don't quite understand it, but you do 

and somehow it just feels natural

You felt it all the way through school,

being shunned by everyone and everything

Tried as you did to change that, 

you could never trade a book for a basketball

When you go to family reunions, 

you smile at familiar faces but say little

What can you say to people you only see once a year?

It's just another year gone by 

When you go to parties, you sit in the corner

clutching your drink while everyone hoards the dance floor

You watch as everyone waves their arms in excitement

not quite getting the hint 

Whatever solace you find is kept secret,

scribbled in your scrapbook, your notebook

in musical lyrics that let you know that you are not alone

because others have been where you are

Through solitude, your find solidarity

You don't belong, and that's what makes you beautiful