Outcast

Three

I sit

on my bed

in my

second life

trying my best

to just hide.

I

am

the

Outcast.

I'm

the one

who

feels

all

alone

in

a

full

room.

I am the Outcast.

I listen

to music

of different kinds

but its all similar

and not, at the same time.

I am the Outcast.

I hide behind my art,

like its a distraction

from the idiots I've known all

my

life.

I am the Outcast.

Maybe one day

I'll go cold again

end up

back in the hospital

I continue to have nightmares about.

I am the Outcast.

Even there, I felt safe

but I felt out of place

because I didn't suffer as much as them

and I felt like I should suffer the most

because

I loved them.

They became a family I could go to

and say

"I relapsed"

"I need hope."

"I need a light"

"I can't breathe"

and darling they'd fucking

u

n

d

e

r

s

t

a

n

d

!