THE CRY OF A BLACK SHEEP

A sunbeam pierces the dark sky,
The rooster starts to crow.
Birds merrily fly,
As I rise to a day full of sorrow.

Here I lie, within my blanket half-curled,
Afraid of what awaits me.
Accusations and insults hurled,
Towards the Black Sheep of the family

“Black Sheep, you’re useless,”
“Black Sheep, you’re a fool.”
“Black Sheep, you’re hopeless,”
“Who needs your worthless wool?”

Oh, how I wish I could break free,
Away from this so-called family;
For one thing which they fail to see,
Is the sign of any goodness within me.

Being the Black Sheep is never easy,
Especially when everyone has a bad impression.
Rejected as an outcast of the society,
Withheld from me is the freedom of expression.

When I feel down, no one seems to care,
When I break into tears, everyone will stare.
When I need someone, they’re never there,
No one understands; these burdens are too hard to bear.

*Rajwinraj*

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