Black Sheep in the Garden of Order
I live outside the fence.
Not by rebellion,
but because I’ve seen what happens behind the curtains.
I’ve felt evil’s fingers
trace their way down my spine—
blood or not.
Family means nothing
when cruelty shares your name.
Silence makes any house a trap.
I learned early—
not every smile means safety.
Not every blood tie means kin.
They say I’m the problem.
I say I won’t pretend.
They say I left—
I say I was thrown.
Politeness hides the blade.
Smiles cut deeper than knives.
I’ve watched silence win.
Let me be the black sheep—
awake.
I won’t be the lamb
led to the wolves dressed in linen.
I know what silence costs.
I paid it in full.
Now I protect—
so others don’t think they’re insane for remembering.
I wear exile like a badge.
No one gets to name me but me.
I reclaim my body
one breath at a time.
This is not bitterness.
It’s clarity.