I'm not like my family.
Not at all.
I'm not perfect.
I'm not special.
I'm not them.
I don't believe what they believe.
I don't do what they do.
I'm a loner they'er not.
They talk a lot,I don't.
They look down at me.
And I look up to them.
They ingore me.
And and I try to speak.
All I am is the black sheep.
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