The Outsider

She leans against the wall
Dark, empty eyes watch the ground
Thin, straggly hair falls against her emotionless face
Her thin lips lay straight,
Not even flinching into a slight smile
Her clothes,
Too big and years out of style
The other children either sneer at her,
Or don’t say a thing at all
Eyes don’t even catch the tear fall
Maybe if she let someone see her cry
They would notice
But she’s too afraid,
Afraid of what they would think
What they would say
So she doesn’t let them see her cry
She will always lean against the wall
Sneered at and ignored
She no one to them
She’s the outsider


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