Outcast

"As i stand there... On the edge of a cliff... Isolated from the society... I think of the things that make me an outcast... The darkness that filled my eyes... The shields that prevented me from seeing the light... The colors of the world the path of the roads... Are all but in my imagination due to my failure of sight... Is it what makes me different from the others... Or the others thoughts different from mine... The tears we cry... The blood that comes out... The soul in our bodies... Are all but the same... Is it that i cannot live in a world of my imagination... Or is it too much for some to handle... Is my blind sight seen as an inferior to the society... Or is it all blinds are seen as an outcast... As i reach my death.. The few words i wanna say... Thou the world may move on... Thou there be great inventions.. But making someone an outcase wont make u great... Not now...not ever