outsiders
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I am not a virgin, but I am still pure.
I am not a warrior, still, I'm fighting a war.
Ink against white paper, stained and beautiful.
I am an outsider but my heart is still full.
Misplaced
I only see strangers.
Where am I?
Why am I here?
I am an Oddity.
A spot in a worn-out and jugemental world.
Do I Belong?
Am I accepted?
He was the leader of the greasers
and he lead it true
He had an elfish face with cheekbones high
A pointed chin small sharp animal teeth
and ears like a lynx
He was smaller of the rest
He had a slight build
big black eyes with a dark tanned face
Jet-black was his hair and heavily greased
He died as a hero by saving kids
people with depression aren't lazy
people with anxiety aren't rude
people with mental illness aren't crazy
people with suicidal thoughts are boo'd
it's like i can't get through
with a fucker like you!
