My room to breathe, my  elbow room was,

at one time welcomed, my time in high demand.

Those were the carefree days untamed.

As I am now grown with responsibilities,

Perhaps it’s not be my place to say.

I am become the outlier child. 

Sincerest apologies to Erica for forgetting to show,

The only guest invited, I ruined her sweet sixteen, 

Her lonesome Pizza Hut birthday party..

If you’ré reading this, please, try to smile, my friend.

At some point in each life, we all feel left out.

We are all, sometimes, the outlier child.

Outlier –


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