Last Words of the True Individual

Just a poem I wrote when people thought I needed to change my ways or leave.

I was unique in my days,
You could never change my ways.
I was as solid as stone.
Rooted as you have never known.
I know you wanted to do only good.
But I was still where I proudly stood.
You saw me as wrong, as flawed, as bad.
I am sorry I made you sad.
I was proud to be a black sheep
Untill my final, beautiful, eternal sleep.