Pariah.

Like a Leper by any
other name,
At a distance, held in
contempt and
shame,
Playing the blame
game is still back and
forth,
Whatever worth, hidden,
as a stranger in every way
shape, and form...

Untrustworthy over something
ingrained,
Something to overcome, something
needs regained,
Yet no help, no hope, despite
strides to the contrary,
Steps met as if lies, is this
just temporary?

Liar! I don't believe you,
the words ring through,
but true? No.
Not so. Not from this
end.
A chance to show?
Hope so...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/2/2012