I feel like everyone is against me. The looks from the crowd staring into my soul but not quite seeing the real me but the things that tear me apart. My opinions are invalid and it is what it is because no one bothers to listen. To have a leaning shoulder is nearly impossible when you are the shoulder others lean on to feel secure. All the pain is bottled up and when a little seeps out everything is against you ,because no one will truly understand how every word stabs me deeper and deeper until I’m lying dead on the floor with no pulse. It’s only what they see that is true to them, but what society expects is what is accepted, because my feelings are invalid as if I’ve I put a coin into a coin slot and didn’t register like it was supposed to. They don’t understand how I feel and just toss my feelings like trash that pollutes my heart. Day by day it only gets worse and I feel the hurt, deep inside of me as if there is no way to harness love to save me because no one cares. - [Alicia] This is one of my favorite memoir/poems I’ve written, please give me credit.
I would base it off of a cop or detective because they are based on a modern day hero of sorts.
Explanation:
Cops have gear to use and have the knowledge to apprehend a "bad guy." The detectives are kind of like the people who direct the hero when they need to find a "bad guy."
The theme of "The Outcasts of Poker Flat" by Bret Harte, is how a bad person can be good. This is demonstrated in the story from characters actions and the events that take place. The first evidence of character in the story is on page 682. Mother Simpson was exiled because she did bad things
