Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Sheep

I jolt because
There are things
About me that
Even I don't
Know.

I say what
It might
Be, but
I do
Shudder
As that word
Leaves my
Mouth.

I have always
Been
Struggling
With who
I am;

So what's one more struggle?

I hate that
I had to
Be
The
Black sheep.

I hate that
I have to
Be this way.

Don't put
That idea
In my head.

How will I ever learn
If I can't figure it out

On

My

Own.

I say the word,
I shudder again.

I see my veins
Within my view.

Some say it isn't
An option but
Those are the same
People who said
I'd be fine.

Those goddamn liars.

How dare they allow me
To carry on with most
Of my life thinking that
Maybe I was fine when
I was always a car wreck.

January 23, 2006
Suge


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