I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries-Shakespeare
Few days back an old friend of mine called me
up. We lost connection long back but somehow she got my number. We talked a
couple of minutes and decided to meet-up. There's a thing about old friends you
can just dump all your F^*k n S*%t and feel light. Damn she was in bad state and
the moment I saw her I knew that something was wrong, Long story short, she was
living a life of an outcast in her own house and that made me think ............
that
Do we need to be on an uninhabited island or in some scary jungle
or jail to feel like an outcast ??
Nah, rather you can get that feeling sitting in your own room
and I guess that feeling is more awful than the previous ones. Damned in your
own heaven, among your own people... who
says you need to die to go to Hell... Hell is right here and you are burning right
there in that corner and there's nothing you can do about it.
It's like people around you talking in some ancient language.
Like they all share a past, a past with no mark of you. For them you are
something of a queer type and all that comes out of your mouth is nothing but
fiddle-faddle of your own making. There's no way you can convince them and no
way they see what you see. Bounded by the chains of colored judgments their
minds are clouded and blocked and you are pinned down, secluded in your mind
you are there but not around. But, you hope for things to change and smetimes they do
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Mortals around her
wonder
how can she ever
feel like
some burning wood
in a middle of a
room
others feeling warm
but she's aflamed,
feeling
not worth a darn
pent up emotions
looking for a leak
to breathe some air
not to cease and
appease
people talking,
walking
snooping all around
in
slow-motion and
silent sounds
Clock ticks in her
room
she peers back at it
move fast you
prick, she raves
little bird in her
wanna go out
she hopes to imbibe
the talents
people outside
have, she flew
but her clipped wings gave out
She's waiting for a
morning
when sun will rise
like never before
in bits n pieces
she is garnering
gallant and galore
she's too tough for
that clipped bird
in her heart, she's
recuperating
every minute, every
hour
Did you ever felt like an outcast ??
I did, many times...
I am the outcast come home to roost and the eggs of tomorrow are
incubating in my fame. You hate me, you love me, you made me, and now I am in
you. I am like that disease brewing in your loins and I think you like
it…”
― Nikki Sixx
