Peculiar
O, strange, unusual, odd one.
You never seem to fit in; you always find yourself in front of the gun.
Always at the end of scurrilous attacks
They aim and shoot vitriol with their shameful acts.
But fitting in was never a part of the plan.
Apart, you were set apart to do a great work that most will never understand.
Yes. The black sheep of the family by far
When you walk, when you talk, their burning desire is to pull the veil on your star.
But shine, you will.
So, peace be still.
And be ashamed of your calling? This you should never be.
You were chosen to stand and tell a beautiful story.
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