I am an outcast and reject, and always will be.
This is what I have always been, can't you see?
Can you not see that this will always be me?
Unwanted, unloved, unpleasant, unsatisfactory, the list goes on and on.
Forever alone, out in the cold, where darkness grows.
Destined to be haunted by ghosts of tragic memories past.
This hollow rejected shell is all that I can be.
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
