Outside of the Outside

It is a silent part of the world
On the edges of the groups
The fringe of the accepted world
Just beyond the light and sight
But not deeply entrenched in darkness

These shadows I've lived in for some time
Not a part of "accepted" society
Not a social "outcast" either
Just living between the cracks
Ignored by both sides of the coin

Occasionally one ventures into my world
Either from the light or the dark
Seeking to see what lies just beyond the known
Finding that there are those that survive
Here just beyond the edges of the known

Much like the Noble Savage I've lived here
Ignorant and uncaring of either world
Satisfied and surviving in the Between
On the outside of the outside
Not bothering to look in or out

Some call me a misfit, social reject
Others refer to me as an outsider
A term that fits so well and comfortable
For it is in the outside of the outside
Where I've come to make my home