A poem about Dallas Winston from The Outsiders. All rights go to S.E Hinton and Francis Coppola.
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Deep Inside
Didn't it ever just occur to you
That your life meant more than you thought it did?
Didn't you ever just want to break through
And show the world that you're not that stupid?
You act cool as ice and look hard as stone
But inside you're only burning alive
You have many friends but you're all alone
You have to be if you want to survive
A shell protects you and the shell makes you
Shallow envelope without any life
There's so many things you just can't undo
Your childhood was just pain, hurt and a knife
The wound is so deep no one can see it
You buried your true colors deep inside
They're so deep that you can't even admit
Feelings are there even when they're denied
Your constant fight for self-preservation
Said to have hardened you beyond caring
But through all the pain and the confusion
Even you knew acting now meant nothing
As the bullets burnt through and as you bled
You knew you did feel and that's why you're dead.