When I took of my my sponge-like sheep skinned swag
And I wasn't like the others, with my heads up in the clouds
I absorbed the looks of a thousand
I had watchful eyes from the whole crowd
I was barked at, circled and chased as they came down on the easy target
Why an earth would one sheep step away from the herd?
Having my own-will made me look dangerous, I had to be guarded
During the round-up it's easy to run away together
It's the easy option to stick to the herd
It's hard to break away on your own and you will most likely be captured
When I removed my sheep-skin swag
I was a victim to being different and victim to being rejected
And my difference made them all hold up the red flag
Barked at, preyed on and the crowd stay well away
They knew if they came to me they would be different and rejected too
This made the herd afraid
I threw my sheep-skin swag to the ground and went on my own way.
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
