Outcast

Outcast

I drift away

Never to be seen by the light of day

Some may say it makes me dark

While I slowly back away form the brightness that once surrounded me

I lose my spirit when I bask in that black emptiness

It hurts me with such pain

So, I stumble in a frenzy of panic

The Thing steals me, haunts me, and takes me as their own

The desolation is a vacuum waiting to consume everyone and everything

My long gone spirit filled with a one-of-a-kind confidence has been taken

The hollow effect it has causes me to bail in an outburst of tears for hope of a better day

Sorrowfully I drift away from the mainstream society

Oh, how I constantly ask myself, Why am I such an Outcast?

 

 

 

 

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One thought on “Outcast

  1. I wanted to tell you that this poem is amazing. I love your choice of words and the gut wrenching topic. I think people can easily relate to this in any situation and it helped me a little with my own so thank you for that.

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