Misfits

Hearts tore at the seams,
lies killing one mind at a time,
days dragging on endlessly,
and insecurities becoming so clear.

Imperfections show like no tomorrow,
kissing each other full of lust,
no true feelings showing through,
tears streaming down pale cheeks.

Hands losing their everlasting touch,
smiling losing their shine,
hearts aching for all time,
and make-up disasters.

If lies became the truths,
hearts became so untrue,
green eyes changing colors,
and poems stop making sense.

When our touch fails to impression,
and our hair isn't the style,
as our smiles aren't the perfection,
our lives become our best addiction.

Fitting in seems so stupid,
loneliness calms our minds,
when our busy lives stop,
and everything freezes.

Our hearts are torn so beautifully,
and our lives come to the end,
our smiles so faken,
and our insecurities become the only us we know.

We live to impression,
but we're imperfection,
we're the unseen,
and the lost.

We'll always have something wrong,
the ones we try to impress are impressible,
their expectation are unreachable,
so we fit in with the misfits.

Live our lives to the fullest,
and hold our heads a little higher each day,
for we're in the misfits,
and nothing more or less.