Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders, characters, story line, nothing. So ha!
Surviving the Curve Ball
We're fighters.
We're all tired.
Exhausted from our everyday battles.
We're outsiders in our own way.
One accepts it and lives a quiet life.
The other embraces it and lives wildly.
Another is almost always with a friend.
Someone lives life with the backbreaking cruelty of responsibility.
And lastly, a kind soul trying to live life with a smile.
We all have skeletons in our closets.
We even have rotting corpuses hidden away.
We're all united
Stuck like glue to the other
Over-protective of each other.
Each as strong as the other.
Weaknesses vary.
Life tossed us a curve ball, and we missed the shot.
So we have to survive.
We're tough.
We have to be.
The world is against us.
But we'll fight anyways.
Yeah, we'll keep fighting.
Because that's what Greasers do.
We fight to survive.
And I know we'll survive this.
Survive this curve ball that Life pelted at us.
ToF: This was originally a poem about a few friends of mine, and me. but then it reminded me of the Outsiders so I just had to keep going with it, of course! ...Okay, never again am I getting less than 8 hours of sleep. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed.