The Pariah S
Quietly, she sits in the corner looking in
reflecting on how it all went down
Perplexed by her identity, her mind, her muse-
her soul purpose in this wasted life
She thought too deeply - for too long
about why her life is this way
Lack of drive, enthusiasm
for the institutions she's in
Wake up! she says, but she was wide awake-
it was those that were succumbing to the
Institutions that were in a deep trance
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