The Outcast

Tony36

He lurks in the shadows

Afraid to be seen

Afraid have being laughed at

Afraid of others being mean

 

He is an outcast

To his classmates

And kids at school

He does not fit in

With the nerds

Or with those

Who are cool

He tries to rise above

They just shove him back down

Then the laughter starts

Sounding from all around

 

Hr cries silent tears

After a day of laughter and sneers

He chokes on each hateful word

Barely able to catch his breath

He has cried so much

It hurts his chest

 

He thinks about murder

Just killing them all

Being the one laughing

Watching them fall

He thinks about taking his on life

That would just be a waste

No one in this school

Would care enough

To show up at his wake

 

The pain

The hatred

Continues to take it's toll

He carries on

Knowing he is strong

Strong enough to handle their hate

Until the day that they graduate

Then he can tell them all goodbye

Never having to see them again

  • Author: Tony36 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 7th, 2016 13:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a personal poem to me, For all through high school I seamed to be the outcast, just never fit in no where. Though it has been ten years since I graduated, I can still hear their taunts and laghter
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 31
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments5

  • Augustus

    Tony, Tony, Tony! My heart goes out to you man. Nice poetry.

    • Tony36

      Thank you

    • Jeff

      It has always amazed me on how cruel kids can be...never realizing the damage caused. This is a great write Tony

      • Tony36

        Thank you

      • Whimsical_1

        This poem really struck a cord with me. If you have time, I'd love for you to read one of my poems!

        • Tony36

          Thank you, always up for a good read.

        • Amal

          Tony kids are cruel. As adults we look more to the inner person and I'm sure you have a lot to offer the world.

        • Amal

          Tony kids are cruel. As adults we look more to the inner person and I'm sure you have a lot to offer the world.

          • Tony36

            Thank you



          To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.