Ever feel lonely?
The last one left?
This is the life of an outcast.
No one is there,
For your final breath.
No one is there when you
succumb to death.
The end of the life of an outcast.
Not moving forward,
Living in the past.
Not sure where
They were last.
Walk a mile in the shoes of an
Outcast.
Targets of scorn,
And targets of hate.
No one listens to
Their internal debate.
A glance in the mind of an outcast.
Overlooked,
Or ignored,
Never heard
or informed.
The chip on the shoulder of an
Outcast.
Hated and pitied,
But can't settle the score,
Seeking attention,
Then searching some more.
The constant battle of
An outcast in war.
We Live to appease,
But will never be free.
A day in the life of an outcast.
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Poetic Justice
RandomThis book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that...
