The Black Sheep

I am the black sheep
In a sea of white
The thundering storm cloud
Among soft pillows up high

I crackle with energy
In a world so sedate
The force of my emotions
Refuses to dissipate

I do not speak
I can only roar
The tragedies I see
I cannot ignore

I tried to bleach myself
To change my stripes
But the process
Drained me of life

So I accepted my fate
As an eternal outcast
And stirred up a storm
From the dregs of my past



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