Misfit

I will rather love than be loved,

And I love to hold back my words,

Like the trump in a game of cards.

I love to be named the dark horse,

Its dull to reign supreme.

I ride my cycle over the dust,

I don’t like to glide over the highway.

I let myself be arrogant,

So that those phonies look away,

My heart isn’t as hard as it seems,

Its rather so smooth that you can’t scratch me.

You are never going to understand me,

I am the misfit of society.