The Outcast

 

 

A hallowed heart with

Nothing to back up on.

It doesn't know how to act.

With eyes so clear and a

Mouth to speak out of,

It still doesn't know what to do.

Should it be filled with sorrow

Or filled with a kind of glee?

One one person know the answer;

All they have to do is speak

To the heart.

Author's Note

I sometimes feel like in outcast in my classes because my friends aren't usually in them, and I hate being the person who has to be alone doing stuff.

Reviews

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

what a beautiful little poem that packs a punch. well place loaded words the give it meaning and depth. well done

[Steffi]

Simple. Yet you got so much into those few lines.
I think that it works really well. The flow is good and i could definatly relate to the feeling like an outcast because most of my friends arent in my classes.