Outsider

With each sunrise,
my mind is starting to realize
I'm an outsider.

Just an outsider who lives alone without anybody.
 
Being rejected by everybody,
its life meanigles with no purpose.
No purpose what so ever.

Being rejected by classmates,
rejected by parents,
friends & family.

Whereever others go,
the outsiders don't.
No one is calling them.

But the outsider is tucked away in the corner in a small dark room,
with the windows
covered with sheets
so light won't be able to enter.

Outsiders are rejected in society,
that is how they got their names.

Never looking back,
 back into their lives,
never looking inside their souls
so people can't know how, 
do outsiders feel.

How lonely they feel,
without any friends,
without a family,
who cares about it.

Wait, that's just it,
outsiders are it.

They have no meaning,
they are always rejected.
Rejected, just like me,
no one will accept me. 

I'm nothing more than a shadow,
a shadow which lies dormant,
just waiting for life to kill me.

Death is coming,
coming for me,
coming for you.

You are all going to die, you are going to die, but the outsiders shall prevail, outsiders shall stay alive and laugh above your corpses which will be slowly eaten by disgusting magets. You are going to die, and I'm going to live, I won't be an outsider anymore, but a dominant life, who will continue to thrive and laugh above your lifeless body.