Black sheep

I want to be the

Blackest

Of sheep. 

The forgotten one. 

The one no one

Expects

Anything from.
The one on
The outskirts
Of all obligation
And social norms.
I want to be
Left alone
Even by
Those who should
Pursue me. 

I want to be thought of

In dreamy stillness
As sleep

Rushes in. 

In a moment of

Wonder

Whatever happened to her?

I want to be searched for

In the pages

Of society 

And not found. 

I want those who

Happen upon me,

To revel

In the small details

I disclose. 

I want them to run

Back to the others

And inform them 

Of how amazing I looked,

And how successful I seem. 

And then I want to

Go back

To my humble home

With my small family 

And pretend the outside world

Is not there.