I am a black sheep,

left outside.

I am sick of the loneliness,

that makes me want to hide.

I am outside the window,

looking in.

Wishing I could be there,

amongst the thick and thin.

I try to blend in with,

all you guys.

But I always fail,

despite my efforts and tries.

I am a black sheep,

in a white sheep’s city.

My existence is so small,

and so very bitty.

I don’t belong here,

and I never will do.

So I should just leave,

like you have always wanted me to.

I am a black sheep,

and I always will be.

I don’t belong here,

because I am me.