black sheep
Haven’t you had a look?
I am such a flawed character in your book.
My mind goes mad as I sit and wait
Drowning in all this fragmented hate.
Believing the truth
While accepting these lies
I’m parlayed,
Inside I hide
Inside I’ve died.
Suppressed in this test
Knowing I am nothing like the rest.
Crippled by pieces, places and parts
Hope deferred kills the heart.
Banging my head against a stone wall
While fighting the maker on this call.
Breathing air drenched in disorder
This is me, your tattered daughter.
Indifference is worse than any type of anger
For when you don’t care life becomes even stranger.
Trying to muster the strength to go on
It’s been so long, what if I am wrong?
Walls are caving inside of me
Longing to be free from this captivity.
The door is open but I have invisible ties
Breathing in the where, what’s and why’s.
I’m holding on to this mustard seed
Or maybe it’s just been stuck on me.
Dreaming dreams of better days
I’m in a maze or just a haze.
Watching the movie but not a partaker
Somebody see her? Somebody wake her!
Being a visionary is somewhat scary
All these scenes slightly vary.
All are contingent on which way I go
Just like a flower that sideway grows.
Which direction is the light?
Where is this nourishment tonight?
Every day is exactly the same
I’m sick of playing this game.
The war is raging as all are asleep
I am just your cynical black sheep.
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2016
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