The Outcasts

Few take the tome to 
Take notice of the outcasts: 

The girl sitting alone at the 
Lunch table, her peers doing
Nothing but ignoring her. 

The quiet boy who always sits
In the back of class, never daring
Raise his hand, for fear to give 
The wrong answer.

Even seeing the girl strolling 
Down the hall, tears staining 
Her cheeks and not bothering 
To se what's wrong. 

Aren't we here for so much 
More than enjoying our 
Cushy lives, unwilling to 
Step out of our comfort 
Zone?

Let me tell you, my friend, 
You're here for so much
More: to brighten others;
Days with His love, especially
The outcasts.