Growing up, I was always
the odd one.
My parents are both successful workers.
My older brother is married with two amazing boys.
My little brother, he's a math major
and he's lonely 14.
Then there's me.
To be honest I thought I was adopted.
I checked through, four times.
I am my parent's son.
I was the only one born with dark hair,
in my blond family I stick out like a thumb,
or a really big zit.
My family found peace in God,
I found peace in nature and earthly things.
I'm the only one who's not a doctor,
or a lawyer, or a pharmacist associate.
I'm the black sheep.
YOU ARE READING
ALWAYS REMEMBER.
PoesíaJust a collection of random thoughts from my mind. Sorry if it gets too dark.
