Complex [ Poems ]

Chapter 3

Among the flock of white sheep,
I noticed my own peculiarities,
The only sheep with black fur,
Different from everyone else.

One day, a sheep cried,
The others followed as if bounded with each other,
I am the only one who's different,
Indifferent to the whole situation.

I looked down,
In fear of being discovered,
Just what if they discovered my peculiarities?
Will they isolate me?

Fear started to consume me,
And I cannot stomach that fear.

Once upon a time,
I was a black sheep within the flock of white,
One day, I decided to paint my fur white.

I make a decision during that time,
For if they're laughing, I'm laughing.
For if they're crying, I'm crying.
For if they're angry, I'm angry.

I copied their act and make an improvement for my own self,
Just so they won't discover it.
I started acting clumsy,
Making fun of my own self even.

Everyone loves it, and I shall continue.

Someone managed to expose me,
True to my fear,
Saying that he knew it was an act.
Telling me I'm just a clown.

Deep down I realise,
My own inferiority to be as capable as the others,
Knowing deep down as who I am.

A monster that don't know emotion,
A person who's no longer human.