We are the forgotten.
We are the outcasts,
And the unloved.
We are the weirdos.
We are the broken,
and the lost.
But in the middle of it all,
We found each other.
You and I.
In the midst of the chaos.
In the midst of the pain.
We found friendship.
We found love.
We found hope.
We found our tribe.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
LikeLike