AN: Err…Just a strange little poem I thought up while re-reading The Outsiders. Nothing much, really, but please RR to make me happy.

The Life Outside

The night hits like daggers, cold,
It's silence cracked by cries of hunger and despair,
Faces lit only by the meager fire that warm our hands.
Someone else is pulled downtown,
But not a lot seem to care.

The fear on her face is easy to see,
But the rest watch from the shadows,
Knowing nothing but bad can come from aid.

Caught sleeping under the draft,
The broken roof of an old building.

Hallucination has much to answer for…

She thought she saw her mum,
Long run off,
And thought she heard her dad,
Long found his wings.

What a cruel shock,
As the police ran in,
Red lights flashing,
From outside broken windows,
Burning her eyes like a flame.

Living on the edges of charity,
Resting on the corners,
Cold, hard rock beneath day and night,
Long days, and even longer nights,

Helpless, when none are willing to lend a hand,
Hard work, ruined by those who don't understand,
Run-aways, throw-aways, all want to crawl away and hide,
This is what it's like, to live the life outside.

Eh...Kind of pathetic, but...I tried. :D And as for who 'She' is...It's an OC I haven't done anything with yet.