Divergent
I am but an Outsider standing by,
Wondering where I fit in this puzzle,
Lacking graceful curved edges.
What is my purpose?
Why am I here?
I am but an Outsider looking on
Watching the careful dance of abuse,
the laughter, the cynicism, the pain
What is my purpose?
Why am I here?
I am the Outsider screaming within,
You do not control me,
You do not own me,
This is not love,
This is not devotion.
I am the Outsider taking a step
cautiously planning my escape,
I am not heard,
I am diligent,
I am quietly rebuilding.
I am on the outside walking away,
I am gracefully curved,
I am intricately complicated,
I am terrifically strong,
I am Sarah and I have all the power.
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