I am the person you will see in a dark corner of the room I sit there drawing, Thinking of my escape from it all. I long to hear the sounds of sweet release and become the butterfly fluttering by. I am the Out-Cast that everyone hates and wishes were dead. I am the forgotten the beaten and the dead i am a useless pile on the brink of death i am the Out-Cast of the school. I am the one pushed out of the way. I do for everyone no matter what it is. I will suffer no matter the cost I do nothing but care and help others. I never ask for anything in return and i am treated like the Out-Cast i have been since I was born. I will not fight I will not deny the death that sure is soon to come. I fold my arms in my coffin and i close my eyes and make a a wish then i die alone just like i was told would happen no matter how i tried to change it....
