The Outcast-

Long blonde hair A pageant queen beauty On stage she smiles Yet- Inside, she's brooding. Girl in the hallway Glasses an inch thick Smart as Einstein But- Lacking true spirit. Young woman there Hair black as night Nails used for earrings Still- No one would ever know she cries, every night. Little miss popular, Big breasts, perfect skin Who gets all the guys Never letting on that She isn't that happy And- She tells them all lies. Rich little daddy's girl Drives up in the Benz No one knows she sits Lonely on holidays With no food and no gifts Just the maid and some gin. Labels we see... never Looking beyond. We place them on each We laugh, we torture, Then..... we turn the other cheek. It doesn't really matter if you are rich or you're poor The loneliness, it isn't picky Or discriminate Because of our decor. We are all the same inside Girl afraid, woman trying. Hearts beating heavily While our souls continue crying. I just wish one day We all could just Stop. Stop the hurting. So my advice is simply this: If you see someone you think, Looks like an outcast to you Please remember to give a smile Because one day that girl..... {On the stage, in the corner With the glasses, or the fancy ride Black nails, heartbreaker or the liar} Could be you. Wouldn't you want someone to See the outcast girl too? -This was inspired by my teen daughter who at the moment, feels like the outcast-