Child on the outskirts.

Child on the outskirts.

A Poem by WindsorWolf28
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No one knows their pain...

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No one understands
How it hurts
To be a child
On the outskirts

No one knows
How I work

No one knows
How I think

I'm not a lazy
Insecure brat.
No! Name calling?
Now there's no need for that!

Can they see?
Their the reason for me
To put on a fake smile
Just so my heart can be free.

What do they think?
When they actually see
Me frown?
NOTHING!
Guess they haven't come
Around.

They'll
Never
Know
The feeling of being so alone.
You want to help me?
Then stay with me,
AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

I think it's sad,
Know one knows they cause me pain,
And when they do,
They brush it off and yell at me!

I'm so sorry I'm me,
Sympathetic,
Empathetic,
And not carefree!

I'm so sorry of who I chose to be,
A liberal,
A rebel!
Just let me be!

You all leave me on the outskirts,
Then wonder why I turn my back!

You'll never know,
How it FEELS
to me an injured child
Who cannot heal,

Left on the outskirts,
By everyone she ever loved,
Her legs are tired of carrying her,
Her heart staying tough.

No one will ever understand,
I suppose,
Of the reason why
I chose the life
That I
Chose.

No one will ever understand,
I suppose,
The pain of the outcast,
With her torn
And tattered clothes.

© 2014 WindsorWolf28



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Oh very nice! I can definitely relate (grew up poor, living in a rich district, so nobody really knew my background or what my living and eati conditions were...). I can see that this came from the heart. I consider this to be based around the concept of misconception or "stereotyping". People look down others because of what they are, not who they are. Also when people try to share your pain and don't really live in that situation, they get a "fantasy" version of your situation. It's technically impossible to be in the shoes of others because problems come from your personal experience, which others don't have. It seems that the person was trying to break free of these stereotypes, but instead got a more negative identity, but in the end it didn't matter because the character understood that nobody every will, that's why she decided to stay at the outskirts and not deal with people, in other words, what makes someone antisocial or an outcast. It could also be a story, though that is a much longer explanation haha^^) anyways I loved it and thanks for entering this into the competition.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Oh very nice! I can definitely relate (grew up poor, living in a rich district, so nobody really knew my background or what my living and eati conditions were...). I can see that this came from the heart. I consider this to be based around the concept of misconception or "stereotyping". People look down others because of what they are, not who they are. Also when people try to share your pain and don't really live in that situation, they get a "fantasy" version of your situation. It's technically impossible to be in the shoes of others because problems come from your personal experience, which others don't have. It seems that the person was trying to break free of these stereotypes, but instead got a more negative identity, but in the end it didn't matter because the character understood that nobody every will, that's why she decided to stay at the outskirts and not deal with people, in other words, what makes someone antisocial or an outcast. It could also be a story, though that is a much longer explanation haha^^) anyways I loved it and thanks for entering this into the competition.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Pasadena, MD



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I'm a depressed person, that doesn't make me suicidal. I love to write. I hate math. I write mostly poetry and short stories. more..

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