I cannot walk through my life <br />Without seeing them- guys and girls, <br />Silently calling, crying out <br />To be noticed. They think they are normal; <br />I say they are not. They are empty, <br />Hollow- shadows and ghosts. <br />Their silent cries, falling on the deaf ears <br />Around them, reveal to me who they are- <br />Dead, outsiders. They cannot escape reality, <br />So they close it out, huddling themselves <br />In the illusions of who they pretend to be. <br />I alone see their truth, but <br />I cannot reveal it, for I am not in their world, <br />Being- as I am- tied to reality.<br /><br />James Grengs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outsiders/
