|Outcasts among outcasts
Drawing hooded looks and loaded stares
Secrets hidden deep in pasts
And cliques with superficial cares
A stranger here I wander
Friendless and alone but for one
Past and present torn assunder
And more dreams crushed before they're done
Deep thoughts calls the teacher
But who among them have it?
I see the charm at the end of the lure
Yet I also see the endless pit
Chafed on both sides by pressure
Flowing in the tide of time
Where is the rock that's sure?
They think my life in theirs a crime
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