The Black Sheep*
She went to school
She tried not to cry
She worked real hard
So she didnt see why
When she went to sit down at lunch
Not a table could be found
Where she was welcomed
To come and sit down
She went to eat
She tried not to weep
She was so singled out
She was the black sheep
In an ocean of people
Why did she have to be
The one strange girl
The so called freak
If her family told her
You�re a very special girl
Then why was it so different
To the rest of the world
In the great puzzle
Why did she have to be
The one miscut part
The unbelonging piece
She walked down the halls
Her head hung low
Staring at her feet
Walking quite slow
Names were yelled
From across the room
Like single bricks
Building the walls of a tomb
Quietly unnoticed
She went on for days
She started to unravel
Like a fabric frays
No one really cared
What she did or said
She thought they wouldnt care
Even if she bled
No one noticed her
When she showed up to a class
They really didn�t care
When in the halls shed pass
But they noticed a hole
When something was gone
A strange void in their lives
Like something had gone wrong
The clocks wouldnt tick
And the birds couldnt sing
There was a silence in the office
When the telephone began to ring
The secretary answered
Then dropped the phone
The intercom came on
There was a voice with a strange tone
No one could breathe
No one could cry
All they could see was the face
Of the girl who was shy
What had happened
What had they done
Not all had been cruel
But nobody had been the one
To ask her to sit with them
Or to wave in the hall
A simple smile
Could have stopped it all
Most just sat staring
In total disbelief
Then came the crying
Then came the grief
They knew what had been done
And that no one else could understand
But they had caused this to happen
And the blood was on their hands
