The Oblivious Ones: Social Ostracism Hits Hard

December 7, 2010
By ConversingMute PLATINUM, Fowermound, Texas
ConversingMute PLATINUM, Fowermound, Texas
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Dear Mr. Ostrich, head in the sand
So practiced in the art of the slight of hand,
Distinct, yet eluding.
What could you be concluding,
A thought, a ponder, a half-baked idea?
What would it give us, what would it show?
Alas these are things no one will know.
For as you hide there in your haven of earth,
All the other birds question your worth.
They look upon your sorry little face,
Poised and waiting for your moment of trial,
Ready to shoot you down.
But now as they see your face,
So cold and bleak,
They realize one fatal truth.
You can’t take back a bullet,
Once the trigger is drawn.


The author's comments:
I have been a victim of social ostracism my entire life. Very few kids my age attempt to "reach-out" and befriend me, and being given the mark of the unwanted is very lonely; loneliness hurts. I wrote this to try and release some of my pain, for what is the best cure for agony but that of open ears?

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on Aug. 16 2011 at 5:12 pm
ConversingMute PLATINUM, Fowermound, Texas
20 articles 8 photos 7 comments
It's ok commentary helps. thank you.

on May. 15 2011 at 10:12 am
baaaaaaaaaab BRONZE, Clemmons, North Carolina
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Haha I think I will just comment on everything now. Sorry if I am annoying but still...  This one is really creative, the ostrich was a cool way to start it.


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