Black sheep, black sheep
Oh wait, that's me!
I lived my life wrong,
Apparently you see.
I did everything right,
But my mouth was too much.
Worked hard to be proud,
But it was just wasn't enough.
I was unwanted, unloved
No matter how much I tried.
Shoulders back, eyes faced front
No one saw how I cried.
To the world things were fine,
I was confident and strong.
But in my heart and inside,
They got it so wrong.
It took a long time
To find strength of my own.
But once I found that,
I didn't need them, I was grown.
So, to those who have struggled,
Rejected and used.
I'm hear to tell you,
They don't have a clue.
About the Creator
Rachel Morgan
From a small Welsh town and new to the world of writing, Rachel Morgan is a thirty something single mother of three. She writes from the heart and draws on experience in the hope to relate to, empower and inspire her readers with her words.
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