Another Misfit Poem by Mary Champion

Oh, Doctor, I don't fit this life I'm in.
But I can't break away, cos that's a sin.
Help me accept a life without a goal.
Prescribe some pills to shrivel up my soul.
When I'm a zombie who can't think or feel,
I'll never care what's fiction or what's real.
I'll just accept that I can never win.
Condense my soul to tears so I fit in.

We don't rely on drugs too much these days.
I'm sure you've heard that there are other ways.
Just lie there on the couch, breathe deep, relax.
Now tell me how you feel; what your life lacks.

I don't belong! I don't belong!
I'm trapped! I'm cornered!
It's all wrong.
There's no way out, there's no way I'll be free.
I don't belong! I don't belong!
But I must sing this tuneless song.
They'd be so shocked to see inside of me.
I speak my lines and play my part;
try not to listen to my heart.
I haven't got the right to make them cry.
I don't belong! I don't belong!
I'm trapped! I'm cornered!
it's all wrong
there's no way I can ever break this tie.

I'm bound and gagged
and I've been dragged
into a life that doesn't suit my soul.
I don't belong! I don't belong!
the links and shackles are too strong.
I make the best of my allotted role.
I must conform! I must conform!
although I'll never fit the norm.
This family don't want freaks to rock their boat.

I grit my teeth and close my eyes.
I swallow truth and spew out lies.
But if you ever looked at what I wrote,
you'd see my soul set down in print,
but no one takes the heavy hint.
They wouldn't think the cap was quite their size.

I don't belong! I don't belong!
I'll never fit or sing my song.
I'm sick to death of living these white lies.
I don't belong! I don't belong!
I'm trapped! I'm cornered! It's so wrong
to be a soul with wings who never flies.

Your problems go down deep I see.
But there's no need for you to be
so pessimistic in this modern age.
You've got a nasty growth down there
deep in your soul, but don't despair.
We'll treat it and release it from its cage.
A million volts should do the trick -
the surest way to cure the sick.
No need to fear recurrence using these.
Your soul is too way-out to save,
but bodies always fit their grave.e
Just hold on tight! That's right! …
Nxt patient please!