Losers

We’re the lowliest of creatures,

The left-over, the misfits

See us sitting in the corners

Slouching closest to the ground

No one can accept us

Not even ourselves

Because we’re the ones

That put ourselves down

When we look at the sky

We see the same blue

We walk the same ground

In our worn out shoes

But something still serves

As a barrier to

Divide our identical identities

Separate into two

It’s the people we dread

With our self-consciousness

And our lack of esteem, or discipline

Some of us never listened

To the helping words given

Because we couldn’t strive

Without independence

The same grass grows

Around our homes

And life still surrounds

Our little, limp souls

As these years pass on,

Only the strong are left

Not us, we die out,

It’s the loser custom

Through halls we tread,

Unity unfound

We’re the singletons here

In this differing town

But what’s same is what’s wrong

In our own wrong world

So we take our steps

And dance to a different tune

Oh, you’ll know me when

You see the little figure

I’m the shaded one, crippled

Motionless in the corner

I lay against the trashcan

Because there’s no better friend

For a loser in an unforgiving world
 

Heidi Holzbauer
© August 2005

Midi: "Start Anew"
Composer: Daniel Rowe)
(www.laurasmidiheaven.com)

Graphic: "Group Of Losers"
(skew.org)