Life of an outcast poem.

 I am an outsider,
a ghost rider,
caught in crossfire.
I live by the truth,
but I’m known as a liar
I run and never seem to tire.
I am who you all fear,
but i draw you near-chorus,
but the crossfire kills me,
the crossfire makes me bleed,
the crossfire is an electric wire
jolting my body, setting me on fire.

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