The Out-Caster
my thoughts are swirling
locked in bars
cant explain
this pain
the words I speak only end up dripping
the mirror reveals the truth
i have a perfect mask to hide all my imperfections
i cant be wrong or i look like an idiot
i cant be right or i look like an know it all
i cant be sad or I’m pathetic
i cant be too happy or i am selfish
if i win I’m a “show off”
if i lose I’m a winner to those
they like to make me the out-caster
