The Outcast

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Always looking in from the outside
Never on the inside
Looking through a window pane
At an unreachable and unbreachable place

Amongst them
But never with them
Always looking but never connecting
Isolated amongst "friends"

Standing alone in a crowd
Seeing but never being seen
An invisible quality
To see but not be seen






Thanks YOU for reading the first poem in my collection!! Please press on and keep reading!! I wrote this poem while sitting by myself and looking over at the "cool" crowd. You can probably see how this poem came out of that situation. :) If you liked the poem please vote or comment!! :)

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