I was an outsider to my own self.
The slightest of hurt put me to death.
I was the one hurting.
I was an outsider
To the person I couldn't be.
An out and out outsider.
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Chasing Horizons
PoetryWhen I saw life killing me, A thought crossed my head: I had spent my entire life chasing horizons. Horizons which I could never touch.
Outsider
I was an outsider to my own self.
The slightest of hurt put me to death.
I was the one hurting.
I was an outsider
To the person I couldn't be.
An out and out outsider.