The Outcast

I feel like the forgotten one

The one who gets the late invitations to fill up space

The one who is feeling left out every time

The one for whom no one ever has time

Maybe it is my fault

I can't be the man I want if my inner child is still hurt

Can't heal if the object is still stuck between my chest

Feel like my life has been an elaborate test

I want to push everyone away

I want to find happiness in loneliness, there has to be a way

I don't want to tell people about my problems

I want to fight myself alone, no totems or even emblems

Maybe I am beyond repair

I remember hoping grace found me in the nick of time

Seems like I was wrong, it missed our date

It got lost and found me way too late

The more I push these thoughts down, the more they come up with more

And now I find myself raiding liquor stores

I feel like I am both the prey and predator

I can't even think straight no more

I just....

I mean....

Maybe if.....

What about if ......

No Tulips, no Loop or even Giraffe

No Squirrel girl or Jay, this Moses has no staff

Why part the red sea when I can drown in its depth?

Outcasts aren't remembered, even after death.