Black sheep
Black sheep of the family that is me,
middle sibling of three.
No -one talks visits or phones
Yet when they all talk about me its nothing good they all just moan.
Guess im ment to be all alone.
Love,talk,and care i wished I recieved from you.
I wish things was different I really do
Us siblings once was close,
but now drift so far away
I look back on the old good day
Why does everyone push me out
All I can do is cry and shout..
But on my own I will survive without a doubt.
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