A poem I made- There's always some place where even the misfits belong

I've generally struggled to fit in, and this was a poem my mind made after one of those hard, uncertain days...well, tøp helped a lot during those times, so I thought maybe just share it to the community:

Do you ever hear your own thoughts?

As they come and steal your attention away

These thoughts—you start moving astray

These thoughts—you try to keep them at bay

But these thoughts, you know, will never go away

In a new dimension, they lead you

But don't let your monsters defeat you

They'll cry and beg and plead you

Stay! Stay! Stay! They'll say

Stay you must because this is what you deserve

You're different, won't fit in, the seats are already reserved

And maybe they aren't wrong, right?

No, no matter what, they're wrong, wrong

There's always some place where even the misfits belong

You'll find it someday, very soon

Maybe start looking for it this very afternoon

Remember, there'll always be some space in some room, for you

And until you find it, just push on through |-/