Outcast

Venting I suppose? I'm fine now of course.

She hates how she looks.
As well as her eyes.
Everyone around, they feel like spies.
Get away, her distance is clear.
Showing hatred and fear.
Can you see her sorrow, or into her soul?
Her heart, a black, darkened hole;
Could you look through that crooked smile, and onto the next mile?
Or maybe she'd rather lie...

Reviews

[obvious pseudonym]

u ok?

[Sujash I. Purna]

nice rhyming and the pattern is quite sharp...keep it up!