It never seems to fit in
In this world it was sent
They think it's filled with sin
Just because it is different
No one will let it come close
Because they don't like what they see
To humanity it will toast
But they will never let it be free
This lonely little black sheep
Will always be by itself
If it even lets out a little peep
Everyone will beat up this little elf
This little sheep will never fit in
But it thinks that is okay
If it chose to ever fit in
In its place it would have to stay
This black sheep wants to be free
It will get there by its own way
It will make everyone see
That by itself it is okay
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Elements of My Soul
PoetryWell, I managed to get off my butt and type up the poem collection I probably wrote months ago. Hopefully, you guys enjoy what I have written, and I hope you have a good time reading it. These poems were the works of my hands, brain, and soul, and...
