"I am a failure." I cried.
I just want to run.
I just want to hide.
Hide where no one can find me,
somewhere where I'm finally free!
Free from the others,
who say without thought.
And their words, oh,
the dreams they smother!
They push,
they shove.
And you wonder,
do they care, or love?
They make you feel miserable,
depressed,
unhappy.
You want to be invisible,
you don't want to get hurt.
You want to be invincible,
you don't want to stay here on earth.
You want to die.
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Social Outcasts
PoetryWe are all judged and viewed in different ways. Stereotypical labels and rumours are all we care about. We all blame the society but seem to forget that we are the society. We are the one's who have been questioned by society, the one's who are soci...
