Black Sheep Of The Family Poem by Karen Megson Adams

I've always been the black sheep
No idea why.
It didn't matter what I did
Even if I tried.

Ignored on every basis.
I'm getting quite upset.
All the drama aimed my way.
Pathetic it would get.

No invites to partys.
Family Christmas meals.
Why are they so spiteful?
I hate the way it feels.

I have my little family now.
Problems of my own.
My head is up.im working hard.
Supporting house and home.

All their plans kept secret.
My heart is feeling sore.
They planned another family bash
They twist the knife some more.

My begging days are over.
I'll take it on the chin.
Theres no point knocking on their door
If they wont let me in.

The hardest thing to understand
Is what did I do wrong?
It feels like theres a family plan.
A plan I dont belong.

I couldn't plan things easily.
But then I'd get the hint.
It didn't matter what I did.
No one noticed it.

Hated by the lot of them.
Called needy and a child
For wanting to be equal.
Like family for a while.

Ganging up like hungry sharks.
Waiting for a bite.
I've dealt with bullies all my life.
I'm not prepared to fight.

I get the point. I understand.
Got it loud and clear.
All of you have left my life.
I'll never interfere.

With heavy heart I'll carry on.
I wont sink in your sand.
But dont you ever call me back
When you need a hand.

I'll stay above your level.
You'll turn my name to mud.
I'd rather ride my life alone.
Than share your toxic blood.

But now I'll do what's best for me.
Enjoy the time I've got.
I'll die a happy person
Being everything your not.




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26th may 2019