black sheep

Black Sheep

Who am I? 
The black sheep.

The one that doesn’t fit in,
Apart from the herd.

I am the one
That is,
The odd one out,
The one that doesn’t fit in,
The one unlike the rest.

I’ve defined myself as such,
For so long,
That it has become
Apart of my being…
My existence.

But, is it really me?!
Is it who I am?!

The answer is,
One hundred percent.

to be continued…

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