16 January, 2006

Black sheep

Anonymous

I’m a black sheep
yes that’s true
each word I speak
they misconstrue
I can’t impart
the words trapped in my heart
I’m alone and as usual I find
I’m in the prison of my mind
I can’t reach beyond the glass
that traps me
just like the farce
that life is
I can’t relate
to all those who seem to hate
I don’t understand
the rigid rules
forever I remain
the queen of fools.

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