Black Sheep

11 Apr 2020

Black sheep, prodigal son

I’m the one that’s hard to address

No one knows how to deal with me

I barely know how to deal with myself

Somewhere between proud and perplexed

They love the things I do

But they hate the things I say

My actions line up with their expectations

But my words deviate in ways that make them uncomfortable

Am I judged by my actions?

Or am I judged by my words?

Either way, I make them uncomfortable

I am the perpetually uncertain

I am the savior and the damned

All at the same time

No one knows how to deal with me

How could they, really?

When I don’t know how to deal with myself