Outcast Poem by odane sinclair
Outcast
its so cold and lonely here nothing but pain and fear, no one to trust or believe, living everyday in grieve the way i see out is death but yet so afraid to take my own breath, no one to care no one to love quickly loosing faith in the one above
too brave and smart for my own good am an OUTCAST and strongly misunderstood but who knows, while this pain grows, i will end it like a withered rose
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4/25/2024 2:20:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
WOW such deep emotions in the poem..well done