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Outsider
My face is plain
and I don't fit in
but to think I am not human
is shallow.
Please excuse the way I look,
and pardon my uniqueness;
I ask that you try to see
that I am a person, too –
a person just like you.
I long for love
like everyone else,
I am far more fragile
than I appear.
I cry crimson tears
while in my solitude,
for pity is a shame.
Each day is a feat
as I force a smile
through the knife in my side.
Every day is a fight
to keep my spirit alive;
it is a battle that never ends.
Unto my very last breath
I must fight;
will the battle never end?
My face is plain
and I don't fit in
but to think I am not human
is shallow.
Please excuse the way I look,
and pardon my uniqueness;
I ask that you try to see
that I am a person, too –
a person just like you.
I long for love
like everyone else,
I am far more fragile
than I appear.
I cry crimson tears
while in my solitude,
for pity is a shame.
Each day is a feat
as I force a smile
through the knife in my side.
Every day is a fight
to keep my spirit alive;
it is a battle that never ends.
Unto my very last breath
I must fight;
will the battle never end?
From the High School Collection
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For Outsider:
To me, this poem reveals that we are so much more than our reflections upon the world. Unfortunately, it is those fractures reflections that the world sees and judges us by. I spent my school days and spend my current days behind a smile-less mask, being an outsider to them, and them being outsiders to me. Believing that if I expose another to a smile, they will find a way to exploit that fissure in my countenance and bring it all crashing down. That mask has served me well and has kept me alive all these years. Behind it, I both laugh and shed a tear. I have also learned to reveal my smile only to a chosen few
And, just sometimes, those flaws we perceive in ourselves are not as noticeable to others as we think, and those flaws can, in fact, engender others to us.
To me, this poem reveals that we are so much more than our reflections upon the world. Unfortunately, it is those fractures reflections that the world sees and judges us by. I spent my school days and spend my current days behind a smile-less mask, being an outsider to them, and them being outsiders to me. Believing that if I expose another to a smile, they will find a way to exploit that fissure in my countenance and bring it all crashing down. That mask has served me well and has kept me alive all these years. Behind it, I both laugh and shed a tear. I have also learned to reveal my smile only to a chosen few
And, just sometimes, those flaws we perceive in ourselves are not as noticeable to others as we think, and those flaws can, in fact, engender others to us.