My Beautiful Heart

I once was the outcast
That never fit in.
No matter what I did,
It was never right.
And the laughter of the girls
Shot through me like arrows
Through my heart.

They had their own groups
Their own cliques.
I was the outsider,
The lonely hobo,
Looking in the window.
Out in the cold
Freezing my heart.

I cried each night
Myself to sleep.
Because I was lonely
And had no one
To call "friend."
And it pained
My bleeding heart.

Then I realized
These groups
These cliques
Were about as real
As bronze statues
Nothing inside
Not even a heart

I learned to be
My own friend
To mold my own soul
To love
Myself
To decorate my own
Beautiful heart.