My Coat Is Of Black Cottonever since i was a young boy, i have been different.
i was the red headed step child, the dumb one, emotional and had a mouth that slurred. i am the only left handed one in my family. i am the middle child. i could never quite tell you what was on my mind. i often looked at my brothers in envy. their coats were white. mine was gray. over time it darkened with the night.
i am different, the black sheep in my family. but now i see, doesn't look too bad C: