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Ash Aug 2015
I may be just another star in your sky
But the thing about stars
Is each one shines bright
Everyone is special in their own way and maybe your passions and talents are different from others but that doesn't mean you're an outcast, you just shine in a way that others don't.
Dez Cat Jul 2015
I don't fit in like the rest,
I feel as if this is a test,
Society will never try it's best,
Like my heart will never fit in my chest,
We look to see what has been left,
And we come to see nothing but a government.
Saudia R Jan 2014
I'm weird because I like it.
I'm weird because I'm cool.
In my novel, movie and musical,
I am both the Stars and the Moon.
The only outcast present,
is your attitude and you.
So when you try to judge me,
the world is judging you.
Maddie Jun 2015
Floating by
Going through the motions
So little time left
No point in a change now
how much longer 'til my head explodes?
A few days could push my limit
Hollow-out feeling increasing every minute
Never-ending out of body experience
Eating me alive
One bite at a time
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It took them enormous courage
To wake up every morning and put their uniform on,
To practice their best smile in front of the mirror,
To go a whole day feeling like an absolute misfit.
The fear of being judged had sealed their innocent lips,
Their ability to converse was almost nonexistent.
Their opinion? It had disappeared into thin air.
The sorrow in their beautiful eyes narrated stories never to be uttered,
Their souls were painted in colors of normalcy – just like you and me.
It’s not that they didn't try to be ‘one of them’
But that, they were terribly misunderstood.
Here’s to those ‘misfits’, to those ‘outcasts’ –
Without you all, there would be dogs that wouldn't be loved in this chaotic world.
Without you all, the libraries in schools would be inanimate – you give it life with every page you turn.
Without you all, there would be music unheard of.
Without you all, there would be a world filled to its rim with pretence.
If you ask me,
Life is not about the long run,
It’s about taking each moment as it comes.
To me, you've made it through many such moments – YOU did it.
You might be wounded and scarred,
But remember no battle was won without battle scars.
You are unparalleled,
But sometimes you seem to forget – just take a look inside and you will see the magic you can create.
You are wanted, black unicorns.
Delaney May 2015
Time is far too short.
Especially when everyday
is a vulnerable struggle.
To get up,
to breathe.
To talk,
to appear calm and 'normal.'
Life is too short
for each moment
to be wasted
on conforming with a society
that I will never belong to.
Life is slow,
and meaningless,
when a time so short
is spent on a desire to fit in.

(d.d.b)
Carly Laskowski May 2015
I find that being in the in-crowd isn't all that great.
There's always these people who will talk about you and
whatever you do, you will never fit in with them.
So you decide to be an outcast instead.

I find that being an outcast isn't all that great either.
There's always these lines about "being yourself" and all that
inspiring crap, but being yourself doesn't always work when you're
an outcast.
You may think that the other outcasts accept you for who you are but, they don't and you will never fit in with them either.

So what do you decide to be now?
May 9, 2015.
Cierra Spina May 2015
why
chipped nail polish
frayed emotions
tear streaked face
the girl who sits alone at the lunch table
“She’s crazy” they whisper as they walk by
but not one person stops to question her why
no one asking why she always wear hoodies to cover her scars
why her face has tracks from the tears that race
down her face before she can wipe them away
they don’t wonder why she doesn't participate in school activities
to absorbed in themselves to ponder what it must be like
to be the outcast
the silent shadow that no one will ever know
one day
when they’re old
they’ll think back and remember the shattered soul
the girl who took her own life
**the one they avoided at school
If you see someone who looks like they need a friend, be one.
Michaela Ferris Apr 2015
Maybe if I cut myself
Or made myself prettier and thinner
Then you would love me,
Not leave me all alone.

Maybe if I made that jump
Or made myself in your image
Then I would finally be good enough
And not an outcast.

Maybe if I cut myself
Or made myself prettier and thinner
Then you would finally love me
And I wouldn't be the shameful daughter.
epictails Apr 2015
Grant me the strength
to endure the pain of being different
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