The One Left Out

Do you know how it feels to be talked about?
Do you know the feeling to be the one left out?

Tears falling from your eyes on a daily basis,
While your heart gets cold in a frozen stasis.

Waking everyday and wanting so much to hide,
Putting up walls around yourself letting noone inside.

The world constantly spinning like a never slowing top,
Your soul screaming out loud begging it to stop.

Every movement you make is filled with shooting pain,
While the fabric of your life is covered in stain.

Always the outsider you'll never fit in,
It's the story of my life but where do I begin...

Maybe begin with my past as the start of the story,
And all the suffering endured that stole my childhood glory.

From start to finish it's a very saddening tale,
A tearful storm with a fiercely blowing, heart-breaking gale.

As I sit here and write this I have tears in my eyes,
Looking in a mirror I know I'm no prize.

No-one could ever want me I feel worthless and weak,
I feel all alone - why am I such a freak?

Do you know how it feels to be talked about,
This poem is a day in the life of the one left out!