Misfit

Maria S.

Wake up, see the picture on your wall when you were happy. Not anymore. 

Get to school. Walk to your class. You arrive early. Take out your book. Time for class. Great: you're picking partners today. Sit in the corner. You know it’s pointless to ask. They will turn you down anyway. Get stuck with someone. 

I know who I am:

Misfit

Bookworm

Not Stylish

Outcast

Alone

Friendless

Weird

I don’t wear make-up. I hate crop tops. I shop at Gap and Old Navy, not the popular places. I wear sneakers.

Lunch time is called horror. There is a club that day if you are lucky. If not, best sit alone. Why try? I’ve given up.

I do not fit in. Here or there. My friends scattered across the world. I’m not naive enough to think that I’ll make some friends. I just have to stick it out. Wait until college I’ll tell myself. 

Boys make fun of me, I comment back. I won’t back down. I know teachers won’t change anything. 

Baking saves me. I drown my sorrows into making cookies and cakes. 

I paste on a smile. No one knows the real me. 

People try to be friendly but they are not unaware or not. 

I DON'T FIT IN!

I’m difficult, I know. I don’t want to be, but I am. 

At school I am a shell. Not my real self. Why should I be?

Just 4 more years, then college. Then I can drown in work.

I know I am a misfit.