Crying in the Rain

Words unspoken... A heart that beats not with the passing of time...

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Outsider

Isn't it overly romanticized?
The notion of being alone
Always the one brooding.

But in harsh reality
Being alone means
Being an outcast

Not belonging anywhere
It is not as poetic as it seems...
Suffering.

I've lived it all my life
The role of the outcast
The loner
The one standing on the outside
Looking inside.

There is no helping it.
I cannot change.
And for the longest time
I have always wished

That i was not me.

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