The Life Of An Outcast

I know the life of an outcast. I know not of this life by choice nor birth. The only reason I know of this life is because of the people around me, through their perspectives, through their every movement or gesture through the slight twitch or calm soothing tone as if to say, "It was a horror then, but I have conquered it now." I know the life of an outcast. I only know of their stories through their eyes, their ears, their mouths. But I also know of other things. I know of the big picture, the one the teacher points out to me, The one where he says, "Man, there really ain't nothing new under this sun of ours." I've read about it in all the books, the articles, I've heard the stories on the news, What we think happened. The ones we claim are objectively told. But from you, from you I hear truth. I read the truth in the depths of your irises. I hear the truth in the small quiver of your voice, the words aching to be said, but aren't. The words the counselors tell you that are too personal to share, that you'd better keep them to yourself, bottled up. I know that life. I know the bottle, floating in the sea alone. Inscribed inside are your insides, your deep thoughts, your true feelings, left unsaid, never to be reacted to, responded to. I know that life. I know that life not because I can feel it everyday clawing at these insides of mine The life that brings a teacup of misery with crumpets and scones. At least, I believe I don't. I don't see it, written on my hands, with the sharp object I didn't find in an odd place. I just hear of it and think. I think that if only I could be there for you. You the stranger that believes with their entire being that "No one cares about me or my life." Well, I do. I wish that I could reach all of you. Through that haze you put at your forefront to make sure that no one sees the way you suffer everyday. I wish I could be with you to tell you "You are so beautiful, and no one could ever replace you." You with the unconventional talents and beliefs. Who cares? You are so entirely specially made. I wish I could tell you that I am trying so hard to understand And doing what I can to change it all. In the subtlest ways, I persist in the fight to change people, to make them realize that we have all felt the life of an outcast. Whether through experience or eyes of another. We all know the life of an outcast. So it doesn't really matter what life we know. What really matters, is how we react to it.