Life Of An Outcast

I look alive,

But I'm dead inside,

I seem just fine,

But if you believe that then you are blind

 

I dye my hair,

My skin is pale, thin, and fair

I wear tight jeans,

With thousands of holes ripping apart the seams,

 

I pain my fingernails black,

Maybe the color will cover up what I lack,

I wear my hair across my face,

The bruises beneathe there isn't a trace,

 

I scream - I like loud noise,

I say falsities - they are my decoys,

I can tell you anything about a comuter or video game,

I like to cry in the rain,

 

I prefir solitude,

Yet I am not afraid to talk to you,

I roam the school in silence,

Though I can break any second into violence,

 

I always study and do homework,

And somehow that gives everyone reason to smirk,

I am an individual yet I prefir being invisible,

My personality of two is divisible,

 

I have hopes and dreams,

Even in the darkness of my room when I cry and scream,

I don't know why I cut myself,

Why anyone would want to hurt oneself,

 

But then they look upon me with disgust,

They make me completely incapable of trust,

They laugh at my pain,

They try so hard to drive me insane,

 

This is the life of an outcast,

Living in this place where I'll never last,

This is my life,

And in my hand this is my knife.