"black sheep"

      
       
       
       
    this poetry-      
       
       
    one takes it and squeezes, every authentic drop from within me; release til one's empty; I am, that pain aching yell, amongst the forest trees; one of the forsaken black sheep      
       
       
   unanswered questions keeps thee; that number one question indeed; borrowed; everything; including this "fragile" "imperfect" body; I need more than just belief....      
       
       
I need.... "certainty"; absolution sets one free; the only thing standing in between-inevitability....      
have to "pay" for this "suit"-i don't "suit" this "reality";I am- not a mf suit      
       
       
 this place tryin those like me; who dare to breathe; one's mentality-the result of mortality and all of its deceit....