DONE FEELING LIKE AN OUTCAST.
A shadow cast before the sun,
A sentence passed before the race is run.
It matters not the path you take,
Nor every gentle choice you make,
Nor all the quiet bridges built
To wash away a phantom guilt.
You pour your heart into the mold,
Yet find the hands of others cold.
Do it right, and you are wrong;
Sing a soft or soaring song,
Still you stand outside the gate,
The target of a nameless hate.
No matter how you bend or bow,
Or try to change the "then" and "now,"
The verdict was decided first:
To them, your very best is worst.
An outcast in an crowded room,
Forever bound to silent doom,
Where nothing done and nothing said
Can lift the heavy stone they spread.
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Friendship (
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Comments6
Friendship, sometimes walking away from people who have already made up their minds about us is the healthiest answer available. Their judgment doesn't have to become our identity. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
Sometimes it's good to get rid of the dross out of your life and replace them with solid friends.
Thank you
Strong expression, Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you
Welcome 🕊️🙏🏻👍🏻
I never cast ya out - come in! (heehee).
Well, thank you, Orchidee
Excellent
You can build on that rock, it's a sure foundation.
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