The Black Sheep

I feel like the black sheep in the crowd
I cry, and I cry, but nobody hears me. Every Time they say those words it feels like they're throwing stones at my heart,

I stand with my mask over my face. I hope no one sees the raindrops run down my mask of happiness

No one sits with me,
I don't fit in.
I just cant wait to go home,
take of my mask and let my
sorrows flow down my cheeks





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