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When you're an outsider,
a 13 in a group of 7's,
you realize some things.
Maybe you're not welcome.
Wanting to feel welcome,
to be accepted is like being fire;
just wishing to be snow.
Impossible.
I'm watching from the ouside,
wishing to fit in with the
people I call my friends.
Wishing I had someone to trust,
to look up too.
Someone to pick me.
Knowing I'm not needed is enough.
I can't cry when I have no tears left.
I can't scream when my throats already dry.
I can't die when my heart's been dead for awhile.
I can't fit in anywhere when I've been an outsider.
I can't love until I feel loved.
I can't be a friend;
a insider,
someone who belongs;
Until I accept who I am.
- by ll Kole ll |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/09/2009 |
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- Title: The Outsider
- Artist: ll Kole ll
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Description:
Written when I realized that I'm an outsider of my group. All my friends would choose someone else. All with someone matching them. I'm the only one.
I think the poem is bad, but that's just me. I'm very hard on myself, thinking everything I do is bad, or wrong. Not the best out there but I needed to express myself. - Date: 09/09/2009
- Tags: outsider love trust
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- Falling Waffle - 09/09/2009
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