A/N: this is a poem I wrote for English, and I know it's not that great since I'm horrible at writing poems (it's a disease)… but I figured I'd post it anyway just to see what you guys thought… hopefully with your reviews (good and bad) I'll get better at writing poems. Enjoy!

"The Outsider"

This is the tragic story, one wishes not to hear,

A story of a child born into loneliness, a child born into nothingness,

A child born into exile, beneath an opera house he lives,

A mask conceals his face.

Shunned by society, an undiscovered genius,

Feared by all, loved by none.

Then she enters his life,

a ray of moonlight, through the darkness in which he lived,

Which enveloped his sad sorrowful soul, in a black, blanket of despair.

Nothing to live for but his music, a masterful composer, with a magical voice,

She is the one, who brings him back into the world,

ends his banishment from all things good,

He is her teacher, her thought-shaper, and her living conscience.

Yet she leaves him for another,

leaving him once again in darkness,

But she showed compassion showed no fear,

He is an exile forever grateful.