Outcast

Oddly placed and cast aside
Where does my place reside?
I've a love so strong and proud
But why do I not fit the crowd

The shared laughs of strangers. Talk
Amongst the innermost walk
Away as I try to speak --
My voice falling too weak.

Though those who listen and humor my
Thoughts, if only a lie
I'd not mind making new friends
And with old to make amends --

Since no one seems to have the time
For careless and simple rhyme
Of the scribe who himself keeps
A demon within. Sleeps --

Mouthing the 'Monster,' 'Loser,' word
Thinking they've gone unheard
Is this place place?
Subject to those who face --

Themselves, unruly; Still and truly
Leaving just the taste of foolishly
Trying to extend the hand
Smacked aside with ease. Then demand --

Of me things? No.
For no longer a place I will go
As tired hands and tired eyes
Match the voice of tired sighs.

Dimly, the past sits
Quietly, the scene quits
Had I done something wrong
To stop the muse's song?

My approach off
To start the scoff --
Laughs at attempts, poor
Conversation, a turn-off. Bore

Those who humor my being
Poison-drenched words I'm seeing
Maybe my place was meant to be here
Alone with my only dear.

Angel who knows my best
Who puts me above the rest
With a love still undying
Who only sees me trying

And cares the most
Hearing each of my boast
With open heart and mind
As we re-defined...

Me.

Author's Note

Open to review!