Outsider

I walk through the doors and look for my place in the line. Everything has already started and I'm a little late because I was outside comforting a friend.

There is a look going around as if I had been secretly banned from this fellowship,

like I wasn't good enough to be here with them.

I walk past the tables.

I take my seat and try not to look around because I know they are watching me.

Their eyes are like cold metal against my warm heart and I want to scream at them all for judging me.

Why do they not understand?

Couldn't they listen?

No. It would be pointless.

They will never understand.

Never.

My main goal is to stay hidden from the world.

The few that find my strengths and praise me for it shall truly be the ones I love.

Because they first loved me, they have always loved me for who I am and given me a home here.

For those who don't know, who will never give me a chance.

They shall miss out.

On everything.

These are a few thoughts, being an outsider. Felt majorly like an outsider today, and it was in a place that I have grown up in too. People are hypocrites and judgmental (and I know I am too, but I want to give everyone a chance before I judge them). So lets think about how we're treating people when we see them, be careful what you say because it always makes a big impact (whether positive or negative).

 Have a good week.