Years ago, I was the one sitting there on the bench, waiting to be seen.
No one looked at me, no one cared.
It was like I wasn’t even there.
The outcast, rejected, excluded, forgotten.
Overlooked. The outlier. That was me.
And now I see him sitting on that bench, just like I did.
I know how he feels
Like an outsider looking in.
The ache of hearing the laughter and seeing the happiness.
The pain of no one caring.
I walk over to him, my friends calling to me.
What am I doing? What was I doing?
I sit beside him, saying nothing.
I want to tell him he is seen.
That I notice and that I care, but I don’t know how.
The bell rings, I get up, and I turn and smile.
He looks up at me, a question in his eyes.
“See you tomorrow,” I say as I walk away.
See you tomorrow?
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll know what to say.
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Author:
WinterBunny (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The Outcast explores the quiet courage it takes to reach out to someone who feels invisible. The narrator remembers what it was like to be lonely and excluded, and when they see another person in the same position, they feel compelled to act. The poem captures the awkwardness and uncertainty of not knowing exactly what to do or say, showing that even small gestures can make a real difference. This poem is for anyone who has ever felt like an outsider, and for anyone who has wanted to help but wasn’t sure how.
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Comments3
A poem of empathy and a gesture of kindness. A lovely poem
Reminds me of my school days
It's very warm, even with the sad meaning, it reminds one of how simmilar people can be
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