A Day in the Life of an Outcast

Times together
good and better,
nothing could ruin it.
BANG!
What happened?
The clock is spinning
backward.
Times get worse
and worse
and worse.
Rolloer coasters are built
a kink in the path.
Good times start again,
but
as they say
easy come, easy
go.
More bad times.
Ideas stolen.
People talk,
questions are asked.
Vultures, always wanting more
to spread
rumors about.
Yearbooks made
expectations left
unfulfilled.
Now loneliness.
Dark.
Only a book to keep me occupied.
People talk to me on the internet, but
not in real life.
Losers
They can talk there but
wouldn't dare risk their
"reputations"
by publicly talking to me?
Why?
They talk,
friends talk.
Why?
Lunch.
Alone again.
People randomly sit and leave,
throwing small pieces of food.
Some stay,
and ask
"Why are you alone?"
What am I supposed to
say?
Because of people
like you?
Who will talk to me,
but not publicly?
Who I can help,
but not say that I did?
No, I cannot say
this.
A lone,
"because"
has to suffice.
Losers.
Why do they do this?
Can't make a decision?
To "risky"?
Losers.
What they do,
everybody does,
"supposedly".
But they don't!
People just think
others do!
But who cares!
So what!
Why not be an individual!
Red in a lake of
grey.
No,
bigger.
A sea.
No,
bigger.
An ocean!
Thats the word!
People talk about it
all the time.
Teachers even give lessons.
No bullying!
Everybody answers
immediately.
"I don't!"
Wide eyes
filled to the brim
with lies.
With evil.
They just don't
realize it.
The victims do.
Deep in subconsciousness,
the evil know, too.
But people don't
won't
do ANYTHING!
Losers.
But the picked on,
crushed,
heart broken,
we know.
We all know.
That all the
other people won't
do a thing.
So much as move a muscle.
Losers.
So now what?
Stuck.
With no winch.
Nobody can get out.
Quicksand.
In the middle of
nowhere.
No animals,
or vines.
No chance of some
cliched
dramatic, hollywood ending.
Losers.
All this going on for
years.
But,
summer comes.
Basically
swing on the swings,
carefree.
With friends who care about you,
and know everything.
A safe-house.
Friends who will never betray.
Whose eyes are never,
ever,
filled with lies.
Who help each other's minds
when they are broken, or
damaged.
There are occasional bumps in the road,
but there always are,
and they get quickly ironed out.
But summer
takes so long to come!
So still,
I am stuck,
with the losers,
who tease,
hurt,
and make mistakes,
about wonderful people
who they don't even know yet.
Summer.
Summer is coming
as a
reward.
Swing.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.