About the “black sheep” of the world. For whatever reason at some point in our lives we are all outcast.
I stand out whenever I’m around
I am the 1 with my head hung down
Outcast for fear of mental hazard
Walking the earth as an ornery bastard
Left out in the freezing cold
Feelings of fire engulf my soul
Seeing pain that’s so inevitable
& Loneliness that becomes perpetual
I give you all that’s left of me
And you’re content with stressing me
Then there’s no more right with me
And u choose to fight with me
It hurts as you’re lashing me
So u persist on shunning me
Like I’m some kind of blackened sheep
Truth be told you’re just aghast by me
Because at every whelm there’s me
Long live The Black Sheep
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