My PoemThe 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 rains drops run down my mask of happiness.
No one sits with me,
I don’t fit in.
I just can’t wait to go home and lie down,
take off my mask and let my sorrows flow down my cheeks.