• An outcast, a loner or just that other person…who are they really? They’re the people who are always there but never seen. They sit in the cafeteria a lone or maybe with another outcast but never with a group they seem to prefer it that way… always alone, never with friends.
    Nobody really notices them even if they happen to be right next to you or right in front of your face. They aren’t noticed but don’t seem to care. They don’t try to fit in…they just sit in the shadows of others alone, unnoticed and untouched.
    People walk by without a glance, without a word. Every ignorance is another blow. Stabbing at un healed wounds. Stabbing deeper and deeper until they finally block it out and hide their pain from the world. They show no emotion and seem not to feel... they simply become empty.
    But the truth is not that. They feel and hate. Their hidden pain burning from within, until it eats away there heart and mind. Burning and burning causing them to go blind. They know they’re in trouble they know they need help. But no one notices even when they yell out.
    They can scream and cry. Yell out at the world. But no body hears them, nobody knows the horror of what’s happening. They can not see the horrible emotion buried within that is like an enormous monster struggling to break free. They have been blocked out, ignored and disowned by the world. Those wonderful people no one took the chance to know.
    And as the whole school stands stunned, wet and cold, staring at the grave of the one they never took the time to know. The girl who sat every day, in the back of the class, out of there way. In the halls they would see her going about there day. Or in the cafeteria at lunch time all alone. The wonderful girl they never got to know.
    Just the week before on her last day of pain she had finally spoken up in class. Giving the teacher an answer at last. Hadn’t she been there at lunch? Hadn’t she branched out and sat by the rest? All of the girls and boys she had once known as friends but now were the cause to her fragile end.
    She had finally tried to fit in. she wore all new cloths looking her best. Trying to be like all the rest. She wanted to be seen and wanted to be heard. She was tired of being alone in the world. To fit in was her goal to be known and be heard. So they could hear her cries to the world. She tried oh she tried. Put herself on the line. Offered her friendship and love to those who had made her cry. But they pushed the knife deeper in her unhealed wounds and caused the event that came very soon. For they couldn’t see her or hear or feel. The connection she hoped would come just left her hurt and even more alone. But sadly they were just doing what they did best.
    They couldn’t see her final test to see if she could be like the rest. But no body knew that they had all failed. To save her life and answer her prayers. So now they all weep and morn with sorrow. For the pain they inflicted and the fire they started. The fire of hate and pain and of sorrow. They took her life without a thought. They pushed her over the edge. Without a net to catch her falling. She fell and kept falling unknown by the rest. If only they hadn’t failed her test.
    So now she sleeps all alone, never to again be the victim of isolation. Now she is known and noticed by all. The world knows her story and can see her pain and sorrow. Never again to be the cause of such pain. To see all the people in there lives. To see and love and feel all the pain, the good and the bad feel it all the same. Never again to break them away. To push them down on a final day.
    And there on Monday is another outsider the outcast of all. Standing surrounded by the whole school. Laughing and smiling for the first time in months. He was caught just in time for the scars and the marks could be visibly seen. From the night before when he tried to escape this horrible dream. Now ten years later that outcast sits alone on the grave of the one who made him not alone. She was his savor and he owes her his life. For on the day of his test, the school welcomed him in like one of the rest. The school had seen the pain they inflicted and made amends with those of there victims. All because of her sacrifice he was released from his monster and let free to live like the rest. And live his life to the absolute best.
    - Erin Troxel