Treasure Island

Amber Jones

(06/08/94 / Saint John's Hospital, Springfield, Illinois)

The Outsider


I am the outsider, the nobody
Always watching,
As you pains and fears pass by,
Always waiting
For some place to belong, to be
Even though
I know that I belong nowhere,
Always to be
Without another
I am the outsider, the loner
Always seeking
Some form of acceptance, but I
Find none
No longer hoping, but pleading for a cure to my
Everlasting depression
I am the outsider, the lost
Always crying
As my loneliness turns into hurt and doubt
Never complete
Until my only friend cuts though the fear
And loss
Freeing the crimson that holds my monster inside
Be free
I am the outsider
I am the monster

Submitted: Thursday, November 25, 2010
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