Outcast

I still don't know why or how I became an outcast Was it something I did? I used to try I tried very hard I'd change my look, dye my hair, & paint myself with makeup But still, every class, every weekend, everyday I am alone As I walk I can feel the stares etching words into my mind Crazy, weird, homeless, ugly, outcast I know I am these things but what makes me so bad? If only we could live on an earth that didn't judge So many things we have to do to accept our fate as outcasts We cutt our wrists and fill ourselves with drugs just to slightly reduce the pain Every bridge we walk by we struggle not to jump Every open medicine cabinet, knife, rope, tall building & funeral All reminders of my everyday struggle between life and death Life is fragile, anyone can end it, it's just hard ro decide when