The Outcast

Life became dark

Spirits speak of wisdom

But as knowledge is gained

People believe less in others

To focus on another but not their own

My mind was lost

So, I drifted as Nate

Taught a man to fish

But had my own plate

Looked at fake

looked at real

No will but the will to live

I put my hope into the wishing well

So, I became hopeless in others

Guide to my own path

But took two roads

School and street

which could I take besides both

Other looked at me as a child

And only saw hate in me

But only a couple of people believed in him

And saw a good soul that was torched

Scars on my hands and face

Felt no love from other's

The middle road no one but I could see

So, they called me blind soul

When in reality I was the only open mind

On earth as if I was never birthed

No mother or father Brothers die

Sister's cry but move on with their life's 

In a cold world with open ears and open soul

No heart but no fear

No hate for others

Never let someone down

Every time I was let down

He bottled it up

No thrown or crown

No king is real

Besides mind own mind

So, I drift through my mind

As they called me brittle

I always stood tall even with a loss

They called me insane

But I learned to maintain 

Close to the end of the road

At the end was a light

My laughter rang out

Even though my journey was still long

I survived after all