Misfit

So many things come to my head
When I think of the path that I've treaded
I have forgotten the taste of the Daily Bread
Guess the path I chose was meant for the misled

I was misled

Stuck with those drunken dudes
I was
Lived life in the hood
I did
Brawled like those hood goons
I did
Now they call me a dude with awful attitudes
Never had the chance to please multitudes
With my gifts, could never reproduce
What was in my mind
All I could think of was crime
And mischievous ways to earn dimes
Clubbed and sipped on vintage wines
Flew with the wind, never cared to redeem the times
Life was not about words but about actions ( mimes)...

Indulged in lewd fantasies
immersed in my revelries
Had a time full of memories
No freaking worries
Read through my past stories
Made a compelling history
Made friends with bad boys
Ignored the good ones
Felt they were too weak
Easily broken like broom sticks
Soul charred
No holds barred
lives marred...

Tried to new a new leaf
But anywhere I went I met beefs
Felt I was going down into the rift Between good and bad
Now I don't fit anywhere
Gotta lead a life for a while as a misfit.