Outcasts

Relegated to the shadows where we cannot grow into who we would have been the person we were meant to be We see the hazy glow of daylight in the distance yet the sun never dawns for us despite the desperation of our prayers and pleas to know what it is to belong to be wanted deemed worthy The velvet black veil of night descends on us Doomed to darkness Condemned to the cold corners of existence Left off the guest list Denied entry Peeking through window panes in the pouring rain as we listen to the lilt of laughter from within where we are not welcome Our fire growing dim hearts hardening like mahogany we morph into monsters callous and cantankerous We outcasts dwell in our own special hell