Outcast
Surrounded by glimmers of silver and gold. Colors of brilliance that shimmer so bold, Hidden by beauty that only conceals the truth and the pain that an outcast reveals.

Outside we're different, but inside the same, With no one and nothing but beauty to blame. The barriers broken by knowing my worth on this small spinning mass that we often call Earth.

A weight has been lifted, a pain has been shed, though the memories linger, the loneliness dead. Released from this prison, I'm finally free to be all I want and to do all I see.

The stars are still shinning, The sky is still blue. The truth of this life is to thy self be true.

--Daryl Molen

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