• I am an outcast
    a social taboo
    an unheard shout
    invisible to you
    I dress in all black
    to reflect my soul
    I've been to hell
    and it took a toll
    I feel dead, and
    shriviled and dry
    here I sit and
    wonder why?
    I hate without
    reason who I am
    yet polite saying
    sir and/or maddam
    my soul is screaming
    and I know now why
    I must watch my
    family shrivle and die...