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A black sheep with white wool born into a flock of all white.
Its rare and,
That little sheep isnt always wanted.
She trys so hard to fit in but,
She is always the one on the lowest level.
She Trys to make friends but,
The closest sha has came is,
A leash sheep.
They think i dont have feelings.
They always just supose but,
I do have a heart.
I do cry,
I do smile,
I do have weak points but,
They dont care.
All they care about is them selfs.
I want to break free but,
then i would be nothing.
I have met another who,
cares about me.
Who has shown me what pasition i have let my self fall to.
I know im better then what i put my self out to be.
I will come to knoledge sooner or later.
Be ready for a change.
Be ready for a new me.
Be ready for the truth,
The cold hard truth which will slowly creep up to you,
it will burn its self in you soul.
You will know what horrid things you have done to others.
You will learn that the biggist enamy you have is,
nothing but you and your pathetic use of others.
The truth hurts and if you can live with it then,
dont bother living at all.