The Lonely Bird

A lonely bird I am a lonely bird flying without it's flock Always alone no one to turn to Born alone die alone Wanting to be loved but turning into the rotten apple slowly fading away , I am disintegrating. The ugly duckling , the black swan I am different... I am the real. They are the unreal Not being their true selves, who are you ? Are you you ? Or are you them. I am me the black swan. The real one that stands alone and holds my own ground. I am a lonely bird flying without it's flock