The Pretty Black Sheep

She is a strange one —

who doesn’t really fit in any group,

who has her own opinions,

who wields a strong tongue,

in love with books, darkness, and thrill.

She likes coffee,

but restrains completely from having it —

because she can barely sleep.

She stands out —

odd, the black sheep,

the pretty black sheep —

whom others find quarrelsome, or adamant, or stubborn.

Often not seen as a team player, or a sport.

But she is much more

than people wish to see.

She simply doesn’t merge in,

because she never could learn

the algorithm of groups.

Yet she is proud —

extremely proud of herself.

She loves her solitude,

and wouldn’t mix, or mingle, or muddle with people--because it leads to more strangeness, and more agony.

She is one of a kind.

She loves to read words,

and perceive them in her own way —

rather than hear them from another’s lips.

Lips deceive.