Outcast

There they go making plans
To meet up and celebrate as friends.
They talk to one another like I'm not there.
I'm just an invisible nothing with no one who cares.

 

When will you see
I only wish for you to accept me as me.
Each time you ignore me part of me dies
I hide away in my corner and try not to cry.

 

I'm the outcast.
The alienated, who only wishes
She'd be accepted.
I dress different and act different too.
So I guess you only know one thing to do.

 

You shut me out.
Pretend I'm not there.
Maybe if you ignore me,
I'll make myself scarce.
If that's how you feel,
Maybe I will.
Outcasts don't belong anywhere.
It's time for me to go and make myself scarce.

This poem is about: 
Me

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