The Outcasts

The Outcasts
By Sandra Cash

We are people too,
And yet you treat us like we aren't.
Or that we aren't good enough to live.

We may not keep up with fashion,
or know a lot about a sport.
But we are people still.

You put us down and make us believe lies about ourselves.

Soon we start to fade and get sucked into
a hole, that we can't seem to get out of.
And we start to believe the lies about ourselves.

Our only hope that a true friend will come
And help us out of the hole, and to show us the truth.
That these lies we believed about us aren't true.

Once out of this hole, I hope we remember,
that if we see someone in the same hole
we were once in. That we will help them
just like our true friend did.