Beautiful Ones

Through the mist
and through the clouds
they scream,
but no one hears them,
the Beautiful Ones.

Their pain,
their cries,
unheard.
The Beautiful Ones,
the unwanted,
the unloved.

Not beautiful on the outside,
but on the in.
Out of time from reality,
different than the rest.
Outcasts among all,
but themselves.

No peace,
no peace,
for the Beautiful Ones,
until they get past
the hurt and
the tears,
and see that they,
not the rest,
truely are
the Beautiful Ones.

By: mia

Unspoken Words
Seemingly Insane