Outcast

By M. Jay Mansfield

I would rather sit here by myself
Lost in my solitude
Than join your masses
And watch your fake attitudes

A lone beautiful death
Instead of your mass spiritual suicide
No huddled self worshiping mass
I'd rather turn my back and go inside

Call me the outcast
The one left behind
I would rather be shunned
Than one of your kind

I may sleep in an old worn bed
my face dirty from my mothers grace
But although stained my soul is clean
And I'll still smile when I'm dead

I am your outcast
The one that is not worthy
The heretic, the cad
wrapped in truth beautifully dirty

©9-18-2011 MJMansfield