I have come to a conclusion:
I am not the black sheep
As I always
had come to believe;
I am of the New World , New
Order
While they
are of the old.
That is why similarities and cores are the same,
But I never fit. Like a circle
Trying to
be contained in too small
Of a box. They often kept me deflated
And when I attempted to breathe--
Expand,
I would be pushed back down.
Now I am free and
They try to
catch
And contain me as I've spun
Off the designated axis,
To revolve
around a sun
Of my own design.
