Outcast Poem by Dan Brown

I lie awake - my head just full,
and wonder if it's true.
Show me just which trigger to pull
to make this outcast you.

I sit - detached - for all to see,
but they just see right through.
Just how small can my one voice be;
I'm outcast, not like you.

I walk alone with few allies
and don't know what to do.
I'll leave without any goodbyes;
I'm outcast, not like you.

Enclosed within my room's four walls -
a t-shirt wet with dew.
I cannot juggle with these balls;
I'm outcast, not like you.

Enclosed within my Life's own walls;
these problems are not new.
A vengeful axe that never falls -
I'm outcast, not like you.

I lie awake - my head just full,
and wonder if it's true.
Show me just which trigger to pull
to make this outcast, you.

I'll leave content, for then I'm free
to join another queue.
Next time, though, I'll truly be me,
and make that outcast, you.