Outcast

This town I live in is bustling with people.

They drive around town, steeple after steeple.

They wave as they drive past,

remembering your first name but not last.

They greet you kindly

and you greet them back blindly.

But

They walk past your pain

or stare as if you're insane.

They shut their door

because your emotions are yours.

They have their reputation,

forgetting compassion.

They can't be seen with you.

They can't be an outcast too.

Author's Note

My story: I live in the South and people love to brag about how perfect Christians they are. But, when you're in pain because you're being outcasted because of your sexuality, their reputation is suddenly a lot more important than their "Christian duty."

Reviews

[barleygirl]

There are a dozen ways your message blows my mind! I love straightforward writing that hammers home an important social point, the way you've done here. Being from a small town, I know exactly the type of people you describe. For show, they act like they care, but in reality, they are never there. Your honesty is like a breath of fresh air (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie