Black sheep

Black sheep

I feel as I need to cry
Something inside me is different from the other flock
My other sheep
Their wool must be white
Mines the color black
Now I am out cast
Please cast me into something deep
That I may curl and hide
I feel as if im the black sheep

When I sleep it is no better
I’m always under the weather
Always seeking the answers
That neither man nor woman can give me
I feel as if I am alone and that I walk alone
I feel as if I'm the black sheep

Through out life we live
But I feel as if I am not fulfilled
Be fore warned that the ‘road will never be easy’
The sheep do not move alone
They do not die one by one because
When sheep fall they all fall
But im the black sheep
So the sheep do not call me sheep
I feel as if I’m the black sheep

My fellow sheep believe I’m social
But I feel I’m meek
A sheep with no sleep
I do not want to be the black sheep
I do not want to eat alone
To live alone
To die alone
I do not want to be alone
I do not want to be the black sheep
I feel as if I’m meek

Maybe being the black sheep isn’t so back
There is or could be a beam of happiness somewhere
Maybe there are others like me
I most certainly can not be the very first black sheep
I can only find happiness and success
So what if I’m the black sheep
I lack nothing those people say I do
I choose to be who I want to be
I am no longer feeling I am the black sheep
I no longer feel meek
I have found who I can be
No other than me
I feel as if I’m not the black sheep