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Outside
When the only safe thing is to go within
You just end up on the outside looking in,
With no place to go when the storm gets too rough,
No one to confide in when you've had enough.
Alone through it all and set up to fall,
Your life becomes a consistent curveball –
Concocted, merciless, meant to defeat –
Leaving you battered and incomplete.
You are bruised and scarred and in the mud,
Dismissed at once with a sudden thud.
No victory means no loving cup.
Nobody's coming to pick you up.
No, you're all alone on the outside
Trying to find a safe place to hide.
