I never really was one who fit in
With the rich, the jocks, or the cool
I was an outcast to the young men
Even the girls thought I was a fool
Scared and fearful, afraid to speak
When I did some would laugh
Bringing more fear that made me weak
Sending me down that darkened path
Keeping away from that cool crowd
I didn’t really know just how to relate
Siting underneath that thick black cloud
Simmering with anger and hate
Becoming mental I soon lost my mind
And given different kinds of drugs
Slowing my brain they helped me find
A release from all the other thugs
For today I’m loving more and more
Though the system is still the same
The cool still get through that door
And outcasts are left with no name
I’m a loser in this world of today
A defective outcast I remain
Though I’m better in a different way
I’ve lost at the systems foolish game
by Cole