The Outsider

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This poem is dedicated to my favorite book of all time, "The Outsiders" by S.E. Hinton. It's also dedicated to someone who reminded me of that story so much, I spent so many months waiting until I could convince that someone to read it. I hope they loved it as much as I do.

To that someone, stay gold, things are rough all over, and you can see the sunset real good from the West side too.

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Some days, you remind me of Dallas Winston

because you're a born rebel

like he is

and you don't care for authority

you're tough and strong on the outside

but I know you're hurting on this inside

other days, you remind me of Sodapop Curtis

happy-go-lucky with charm to get the ladies

(I never could get you alone)

but you loved a girl, even when she left

and that's what made you most like Soda

(you're least like Two-Bit

but you do get your two bits in,

and you're not so much like Steve

but you are a good buddy like him)

you remind me of Darry Curtis

working so hard to be a provider

long hours of labor that no one else wants to do

but you tried to provide

and you did love, best you could

but you hid it behind a mask

because you were never one

to show that you were hurt

you remind me of Johnny

with big eyes, full of hurt, full of hope

(I've always loved your eyes)

and through it all, you made it

until the very end

and you saw the good in life

and the bad in life

but you managed to make it this far

and you became an unlikely hero to some

and everyone loves you

(I love you, Johnnycake)

most of all, you remind me of Ponyboy Curtis

because you've seen both sides

and you know what's wrong in this world

you know what's right in this world

you've learned from others

and you've learned from yourself

and you had a crush on Cherry Valance

but you never let on to that

a cigarette steadies you and kills you

and you probably love chocolate cake

and you're a reader

you're a writer

and you dig sunsets.

Things are rough all over, you said

but some people are gold, like you

and if the world fell to pieces

I think you and I would make it through

because we're gold.

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