July 18, 2013
The Outsider
She did not differentiate in joy and sorrow
She did not avoid any friend and any foe
She did not realize whose a predator, whose a confider
Everywhere she felt like an Outsider
Some games they played which she never played before
Some stories they told totally new, unheard
Weird and mysterious she felt it all was
Never had a home and yet kept flying like a bird
Couldn’t understand who's a joiner and who's a divider
Everywhere she felt like an OUTSIDER
The blood under her skin was warm thick and flowing
But she felt the surface usually goose bumped and cold
Numb dumb and unnoticed she was almost every time
And suddenly grew unexpectedly bold
Within her own flesh she's been eaten, world webbing her like a spewing spider
Everywhere she felt like an OUTSIDER
Yet she knows when she's gone people will be confused
Defused by her knowledge so profound and profuse
Her warm chocolate melted golden eyes will haunt them like voodoo
The harm they've done they'll cry to undo
Spirit will float away soon and her heart and soul will get lighter
She'll be welcomed with roar and galore to a place where she will no longer ever be an OUTSIDER.
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