The Outcasts Poem by Timothy Venard

What lies outside my bars,
Where the wild beast run free?
Why am I forced to lurk in the shadows,
And never to show who I really am?
While ostentations peers,
Amaze and amuse their friends

Who am I?
I am the beast
I am locked up
I am unable to be accepted

The light of freedom shines on the young.
But not me
The light of courage shines on y friends.
But not me
The light of confidence shines on my friends.
But not me.

Who am I?
I AM AN OUTCAST