Outcast in my own family, my own home.
I feel like I have nowhere to go.
I’m alone.
Alone even in a crowd of people,
Surrounded by those who call themselves friends.
I’m beaten.
Beaten by those who are supposed to love me,
Physically and mentally put down.
I’m broken.
Broken, or so the doctors say.
I’ll never be whole again, no meds to fix me.
I’m battered.
Battered, beaten, and broken.
That’s all I’ll ever be.
I’m just an outcast.
