Misfits

We are the misfits, the wild, the bold.
A story of heartbreaks, yet hearts of gold.
A crazy shit, a dyslexic mess and a gay girlie.
All of us with stories to confess.

A chaos I met in year 7, it all began.
A friend whose love never met its plan.
Tenth year brought me a dyslexic mess,
Friendship broken, leaving scars and distress.

Eleventh year brought a girl who knew,
a love so deep, yet crushed it too.
We've picked up each other from the road of pain Through storms of life and beaded chains.

So there we are, in this tangled mess,
Bound by burdens, we each confess.
We're weirdos yes, but our heart stays true,
I found a family, the day I found you.