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Outsider – poem

Although I have become more comfortable with people over time, I often still feel like a misfit and outsider

OUTSIDER

This glass prison

From where I observe

not engage

with those

who get it right

social butterflies

in flight

Envying their colours bright

My dull moth wings

folded

waiting

for a flame to ignite

4 comments

  1. Sules that is beautiful.

  2. Sula, u r most definitely not dull or boring. All can’t be social butterflies. The world would be too boring then. U r so wonderful. As your poems have such insight.

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