I remember watching One Tree Hill, season 4 or 3, (the episode in which this guy called Jimmy took some of his fellow students hostage), and thinking, ‘What does it feel like to be a misfit?’ I am also grateful that I’ve never had to suffer that way, I have never let myself do.
To have close a friend, ear-splitting silence;
Drifting away, far as the moon’s distance:
To be engulfed in blissful loneliness;
To die alive, absent in your presence;
Have sad bliss, ache for happiness;
To consume hate, summon fate:
To be a misfit!
