Outcast

Outcast Life is good, when you are understood. Lurking in the halls, cunning, deceit, youthful impressionists meet. Faces of betrayal, hide behind their social vail. Humanity can be hard to find, when you’re the one left behind. Words crowd the room, childish wonder looms. Lost in the translation, overwhelmed with frustration. Atypical identity, amongst the conformed, blinded by anxiety. Anxious of the unknown, people fear what they cannot comprehend. I thought the lesson mine: learn to bend. Yet, to my dismay, the world should glance another way. Be free, different, kind and true, be you.