Reflection of an Outcast

IceAngelDarkMoon

****This is my first poetry entry. But this got an Honorable Mention in a school contest. We had to have something to do with "I hold in my hands". I got extra credit for it. Please review and tell me what you think of it! IADM***

I hold in my hands a small puddle of water,

I feel it slide through my fingers.

My breath stirs the water,

The ripples slow and still,

As I look deep into the blue-green.

I see a world like ours,

Except everything is upside down.

Maybe it's perfect, maybe not,

It's probably just like ours,

Where little things cause so much hate.

I see a familiar face staring back,

The person is someone I will never truly know.

It's a person you will never really know,

Never fully understand,

Yet other times finish their sentence.

It's the inside I don't know,

The outside is an act,

An act to please people she hates.

Inside she is free,

And soars higher than any bird.

The person looks as though the world is on their shoulders.

The fear of the unknown has been stamped on her too.

But hidden in the face is hope,

Wishes for a better tomorrow,

The dreams of someone who dares.

There are dreams in their eyes,

Hidden fears they will never share with others.

Behind them though many scorn,

They will never accept or try to help,

Even they don't know why.

But like so many of us,

They don't care about others feelings.

They hurt to please others,

Whom they dislike even hate.

Maybe they should dislike themselves.

The girl tries to make peace,

And acts like them when she's with them,

But the loneliness becomes worse.

Being someone your not is lying to yourself,

There are already so many lies in the world.

When she is alone she dreams,

Scared of criticism, so none know about them,

She locks that part of her away,

Tightly inside, and enters the lying world,

But there are dreams in her eyes.

The last drop slides away and the image shatters,

The droplets shimmer in the air,

I feel I might just understand that person better.

I realize more about the world,

And there are dreams in my eye.

Please review this poem, I only have old peoples thoughts on it and those don't count their too outdated. :) IADM