hes the black sheep of the family,
the odd one of the bunch,
hes not really normal,
hes the odd one out
he dosent belong,
where he is,
he just pretends,
to be like other boys
hes the red rose,
among a bush of white,
hes an apple,
on an orange tree
no one really knows him,
like they think they do,
hes the odd one of the bunch,
the odd one out.
16/4/04
Jess Terry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odd-1-out/
