We may be the Outcasts.


They judge before they get to know me, they see an alien not a human being. I am a threat to society, so they say, yet all I ever do is stay the same. I am marked with the sign of "Do not be near," yet all I crave is an outstretched hand that says "I am here." But all I have in this world today, is a lit cigarette in my hand and the buzz going through my brain. We may be bad, smoke, drink, and fight, yet it's what drives us everyday to fight and keep moving forward anyways. Either we are alone, or together, but no matter what, we Outcasts stick around forever. In the shadows, or the dark, in your hallways, or the park. Don't be afraid of who we are, for once in your life pull up to us, and hear our tales, because to your surprise, we may be more alike then you may have wanted to know. For we are family, friends or more, we've got each others backs, even against all odds, we stand to fight proudly and free, for we have nothing to lose in life, dont you see? We are the Outcasts, the ones who shall forever be near, and will always be the ones who understand just how deep fear can seem. 


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