I'm an outcast.
And I hate to say it.
I was born that way.
Which hurts me on the inside.
I'm the one you see in the back
with a frown on my face
and a tear in my eye.
The one with a hole in my heart.
The hole that cuts deeper and deepeAnd reminds me of what i am
What i truly am.
An out cast
always have
and always will
Outcast.
TBM
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Author:
tobymaster (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2016 18:19
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about how lonely i am in this world without family and friends
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
Have you thought about working as a volunteer? Your sad energy will be redirected towards helping others.
really what do you mean
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