Outcasts

We are a group of pariahs.

We, essentially, ostracized ourselves.

Perhaps we did it on purpose.

We thought we were different.

Maybe we were.

Maybe it varied.



For whatever reason, we are here now.

And what was the point of it?

This is assuming that we tried to be this way.

So people would Pity us?

So people would Hate us?

So people would Mock us?



But we are here.

Do we deserve to be included in society’s thoughts?

Are we unique or not?

Maybe it varies.

What does it get you either way?

Nothing.