Voices of the Outcasts

Wake up in the morning
Find something to wear
It has to look a certain way
So that people won’t stare

Step outside into the coldness
Wonder what will happen today
Let’s just hope it will be better
Than it was yesterday

Just hope that they won’t torment you
With their nasty glares
Hope that you can make it through
Without getting beaten to the ground

Their words are like daggers
Stabbing you in the chest
Their sarcasm is like poison
Laying you to your final rest

But you can’t let them get you
For that is what they want
They want you to start bleeding
So that they can feel strong