Story Of My Life Poem by Davina Teeling

The story of my life, so weary and cold. The story that's been untold. So warm on the outside, but so cold on the inside. Tears that have been dryed and whipped away...They left run marks down my face. People can't see what I see because none of them are me. Life isn't fair sometimes, but I've gotten threw these crimes. The crimes people call life. So difficult some times to act right. I've been a fictional character, even a victum in time. So desperatly we try to open our hands, when in the end, no one knows where we will land. Fear of being a misfit runs all around, but in me, I'm glad to be a misfit all year round.