one hundred sixty two

9-8-15
I'm an outcast
And that's what I'm made of,
It's the label I can't shake.
I come home to a broken household
And I write poetry for the people who think like I do,
Hoping that letting you in to my darker sides
Will help you feel safe and less alone.
We've come a long way, my friends,
Since that first poem.
- (m.m)

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