Slowly, left out of pack.

One way or the other, I showed,

what I fancy

To the herd

With that I loved to stay

I tramped my feet,

hard enough

To show my fleet

That am the diamond in the rough

But all this time

I wonder

What I became

To my herd, am I a hinder?

Every passing road

Every new meadow

I was with them to board

all the adventures, like a shadow.

But I see

Me always been repelled

None came to heed

or to put my whims upheld.

As I told my mind aloud

Slowly I come to make out

Not here, was I sowed

Soon going to be left out

Left out for the choices I made

Hanged for a sheep as a lamb

For the things I relished.

Left out for I am.