the in-crowd of outcasts
it takes a special type of crazy
to get on our good side
a strange combination
of drama kids and band geeks
with a few unsuccessful athletes tossed in
not sure if we qualify
but it's never really concerned us
we fit with each other
a muddle of eclectic artists
not sure what to call ourselves
maybe we're outcasts
but together we don't really feel that way
Grown
I'm included, welcomed loved
And Found out who I was
Thought I was an outcast
Thought I was a loser
Then I found out
They were users and abusers
Don't matter
Don't care
Wear what I wanna wear
Dance it, shake it
Move it, break it
Move to my own beat
Stand on my own feet
Make up my own moves
Get down to my own grooves
Like it? No I love it!
What do I got to lose?
Outcast is a term
Totally subjective
Got older got wiser
Got a new perspective
You
Everything you were was wrong.... You were look down on, you were frowned upon.
You were darkness yet you knew you were light. Shunned by who you are.
We ride and empty road with a dark past and deep ditches. We have to make sure we are on the right side of the road, if we on the wrong side then we will get in an accident.
The sound of a child's birth is a miracle, how fragile they are.
We know the value of things nobody thought first. Who you are is rich the deepest perfectionist. But we are not perfect.....yet that Doesn't describe you as an outcast, to me it describes you as a survivor.
–Terra
Where Feet may Fail
Who, by definition, are outcasts? Those who seem different? Those who are introverted? Those who hold different beliefs than you or I? Therefore - are we not all outcasts, in our own way? Are we not all lost at sea, where our feet may fail us and our hearts shudder at the inability to guide us?
Are we not all outcasts, in our own rights? I do believe we are.
Am I an outcast? There is no denying it: yes. I am. I have been since the day I was born. They're many personal qualities that align me so, but I learned long ago to embrace such qualities.
I am an outcast. And I am fine with it. My feet may fail, my heart shudder, but my brain won't stop thinking. My heart won't quit beating. My feet won't stop moving, though they may fail. I may fall, but I will pick myself up again.
I am an outcast.
Outcast. A word misunderstood. I prefer terms like she 'swims upstream' and 'goes against the grain' or 'free spirit.' Outcast sounds so negative. Yes I'm different, and yes I'm proud of it. I don't fit in and I wouldn't have it any other way. Normal is boring. Predictable. Be weird and embrace the unknown.
Lead Role
They were merely acting...acting as though I was an outcast..but I knew I was really the lead...when they laughed at the trends I set...then followed them...I knew...when they were loose with their words..I knew not to let my words get loose...difference between an extra and being extraordinary....I guess I am an outcast...for amongst them I stand alone...
Swimming
I have tried for most of my life to 'fit in', and until recently I didn't.
It wasn't until I stopped trying to be one of the herd, that I became so. I am not considered by others to be an outcast, but deep in my psyche I know that I am.
Does that make me a bad person?
No, it makes me the same as everybody else; a fish swimming against the current and wishing above all else that the boundary of my life could be a little further away.
Do I ask too much?