Why does everything I do lead to disappointment?
Why do the choices I make always feel so wrong?
I am not a bad person... am I?
Nothing you do is ever right.
I have never been someone to be proud of.
All of me feels rejected,
By the people I thought loved me most,
In the place I am suppose to feel I can be me.
Is this what it means to be the outsider?
Do they really love me?
I know they do...
But I think it is only because we are family;
They have to.
Would it be different is I wasnt?
Why do I have to be the black sheep?
Why should I feel ashamed to be one?
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Collection of Poems (#Wattys2015)
PoesíaI write poetry on a regular basis on just about everything. I hope you enjoy the pieces that I post for your entertainment and you benefit. Please feel free to leave feedback. Thank you. -Thast
