oh how it is to feel like an outsider
you'll feel completely alone,
never let anyone all the way in
you don't speak their language,
yet they think they speak yours
treated like an outsider
welcome in times of joy,
not wanted in times of need
walk behind them you think,
it is only silence they read
apologise for your burden,
to those you care for,
to those you love
the vexation that you sighed,
is only a glimpse in the eyes
of those on the inside,
for those in the circle
would not look two ways for the desolate
oh how it is to be an outsider;
completely alone,
never accepted,
rarely missed
and only grieved.
