Outcast


Henry was always an outcast

he just never fit in

he was bullied for years

no one could feel his pain

his parents

were no help

they had their own thing

they pushed him to sports

but it just wasn’t his thing

Henry perferred a nose in a book

he could read and get lost for days

he spent hours in the library

he knew he couldn’t go on

Henry was on the edge and

someone gotta pay

he knew if he let lose

alot of people would have

to pay

Henry moved and went away

nothing ever changed

 

 

 

 

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I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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