Poems

Outcast

Their gaze was in the tiny girl,

the one with the raven hair.

The raven hair that hid the eyes,

the ones that pierced your soul.

The outcast,

the rebel,

the one who broke the mould.

Life did not need a rule-breaker,

life did not need her.

But,

one boy,

one boy did.

One boy did need a girl,

a girl like her.

A girl like her,

could feel only something,

a boy like him could feel:

Betrayal.

Abandonment.

Anger.

Hopelessness.

Insecurity.

Their hands touched,

and the world changed.

A simple movement,

and the world smiled.

Not for the plastics,

not for the nerds,

but for the outcast,

who finally smiled back.