They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open

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Blurry faces
all giving advice:
Have fun.
Be safe.
Make friends.
Do something great.

Cheers, tears,
the exodus draws closer.
Mom grows nostalgic,
Dad becomes overbearing.
Her little girl.
His little princess.

Eventually the car is loaded;
the engine starts with a rumble.
A new beginning starts
while the past is still in sight.
Everyone waving,
declaring their love with
one last
            
                                                           *Goodbye.

I'm the black sheep
I'm the outcast
And I'm the reason people don't come over to the house
I kick and I buck
I don't fall in line
Nothing I do is good enough for this family of mine

I once blended in
But then I got rejected
Slowly turning my life
In a different direction
I am the black sheep of my family of seven
I'm unique
Special
Distinctively Distinct
I am the peculiar one
The unusual one
The idiosyncrasy of the group

I am the daughter that can not be accepted
So I live in rejection