To the misfits, the outcasts, the broken and the scarred

You’re lonely in a room full of people. You watch companionship from a distance and feel empty arms embrace you. Sometimes a single tear, sometimes a torrent, rushes down your hallow cheeks and stings your bruised lips. As you walk by rows of perfect people, you hang your head but still feel their stinging eyes … Continue reading To the misfits, the outcasts, the broken and the scarred