Outcast

The laughing from the cliques,
and the evil, taunting cries,
Toward the girl standing all alone,
With the droopy, tear-struck eyes.

I look at her and wonder,
what is it we cannot see
the makes that girl so different,
from people like you and me?

She even looks the same,
this I cannot comprehend,
These tauntings to this small girl,
are too deep to ever mend.

What is it about this girl,
that makes her to the only one,
To get the jokes, to make the fun,
To be the only one they shun?

If only she had a person
that she could call her own,
But until I make that first move,
her potential will never be known.