Black Sheep

Lately it’s hard to tell,
Is it just me
Or a problem with everyone else?
All is see is narcissism,
People directing every convo back to themselves...
No one else seems to mind,
But for me, it’s like living in hell,
So maybe it IS just me,
the Weird Girl,
And not everyone else.
Maybe the need to just sit with myself
Away from everyone else makes me the Black Sheep
But so be it,
oh well...
I can’t be subject to generational pain family can project,
Can’t bare witness to the bullshit you’d rather live with than to address & fix.
... so be it.
I’d rather wear protective Black,
And be warm with sheep’s wool,
Than to willingly live as another calcified 3rd eyed fool.