I am what they call the black sheep

The one that nobody really sees

That one that no one understands

And the one that no one wants to accept

I plead and plead but no one will ever hear the words that I long for them to

I could scream inside of a room full of people but no one would hear

I could beg and beg but no one would ever care even when I cared for them

Id give my clothes in the coldest of winters

Just for them to be warm

And even though I knew that id perish

I gave them my food so they wouldn't starve

I give everything I have so that they could pay

for the pleasures that they love so much

I give and give and give but yet what do I get in return?

What is left for me?

Nothing is left for me.

And not only that, but when there dont with me they send me to the slaughter house

To be cut down and tourtured by the deadly piercing swords.

That they hold between their lips.

They keep shoving me down and shoving me down to the point

Of me having nothing to hold onto but my own skin and bone

And now I sit here naked, alone, and afraid

So now i no longer have any purpose but to sit here and wait

to be taken advantage of by the wicked wolves that prey on me.

I wish that they understood my pain

I wish that they understood my thoughts

That I only long for a family, some kind of loyalty 

I would ask for help but who would come.

My own people think of me as an outcast

And my Shepard no better

So answer me this

Who am I to turn to?

Who am I to call? 

If they can help me why do they insist on tormenting me by reminding me of the demons that I hold.

Stripping me down and draining me of the hope that once flowed through my veins.

Im not asking for much.

I'v never been anything to you but a loyal servant.

So why must they choose to single me out and belittle me?

Why dont I deserve their love?

I have no answer and neither do they.

So if i am of no use but to be the outcast that i have been unfairly labeled as 

only for their benifets and distraction to keep others from noticing their shortcomings

and misfortunes; throw me to the wolves

Because I will never be anything but a slave to the questions and feelings

That I hide deep down inside of my heart.