The Black Sheep

The pain in my voice,the hurt in my heart.
I should have known this would happen from the start.
I'm sadly torn from everyone I have always cared about.
Have they always hated me? I am unwanted & Now I have no doubt.
They treat me like mud,
The family I thought were my flesh & blood.
So here I am the black sheep of the family.

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