Misfit

I belong nowhere. Everywhere I go, I misfit. Is there a group of misfits? Would I fit among misfits? If I do, am I still a misfit? Are all the misfits, misfits? If they all fit How can they be misfit?

Shadows

I took my seat By the window. The sun was bright that day The train slowly chugged along Picking up speed I saw them from the corner of my eye Nervous, shifty and dark They followed us And never left our side. They followed us all along, The shadows.