Outcast
Words called from across the hall
She can't help but hear them all
They watch as she passes by
Knowing that she wants to cry
Still they shout and call her names
To them its all just a game
Their glares jabbing at her sides
With so many pointed knives
She hears them call but still she walks
Their eyes watching her like hawks
Submitted: November 19, 2009
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Very powerful with how short it is. Very nice. WEll done
Thu, November 19th, 2009 11:09pm
i really lik this one!!
Thu, November 26th, 2009 4:54am
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Thanks :]
Fri, November 27th, 2009 4:44pm
your imagery is so unbelievably amazing.. ugh... you have so much talent.
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Such a sad poem. Liked it though. But maybe you could have made it a bit longer.
Thu, November 19th, 2009 11:02pm