Outcast

The grey of this world, with the hate towards each other

Add in some

anger,

Maybe a pinch of

sorrow

 

What do I do when the dark clouds descend upon me?

When the loneliness inside explodes and ignites

When the emptiness provides just enough oxygen to support a fire

 

I shed bitter tears of pain,

 of guilt,

of the grief of being alone

Do I raise up anger in others

and force them to cry because of my words?

 

I sit in the darkness and wallow in the sadness

The shadows don't even accompany me anymore

Does God still look over me and feel pride in saying I'm His?

 

The mixed emotions, the dread, grief, sorrow, the pain

All have left me and I don't understand why

 

Please, go ahead and call me

 

Sensitive.

Stupid.

A waste.

Worthless.

Nothing.

Useless.

Unwanted.

Undesired.

Alone.

 

If it all proves true, I may as well hear it...

          

Reviews

[Ki]

This was a gritty, compelling, and severe write. All of which are good things. It left me a little breathless. I could feel the raw emotion swelling up in you as you were writing this.

[stars are far]

this was so nice well done :)