The outsider

Last Updated on Wednesday, 06 January 2010 13:59

The balcony is where I sit

With the traffic in the distance

People are all around

But not one glance would notice me

Alone in a corner

Is where I am found

But no one will see

No one will care

The world would be so peaceful

Without my lost soul

What do I have to do?

For someone to notice

For someone to care

Cause for someone to say

Just once is all

Is “come sit with us,

We’d love to have ya!’

But the words never come

And my corner becomes darker

Sitting alone makes me an

Outsider.

And I just sit here

Until one day I’m gone

Maybe they’ll miss me

Or maybe not at all.

Aleisha Mooney, 15, Wellington