Misunderstood

I’m as bitter as coffee, damn so cold as ice

Most think that am naughty, well believe me am nice

I act beyond normal and do as I pleased

but am controlled by my loved ones, am never at ease

 

Most days I’m quiet, I’d never say a word

Locked down on my dungeon, have no one to hold

Got no problems my dear am just used that way

Don’t panic, don’t worry. Rest assured am okay.

 

I do feel depressed, most days of my life

That downing feeling made me hold a knife

However, just like any other, emotions do change

An episode just pass by, that’s just another page

 

When nobody seems to understand me

My anger, fears, sadness and joys are set free

All these are divulge through writing and poems

Words, music, solitude and arts serves as my drones

 

Unpredictable, weird, loner and snob

Just some of the words they think bout you of

Questioning day in and out, and sometimes made you cry

“Is enjoying ones solitude is really some crime?”

 

T’was never easy to be misunderstood

You can’t seem to portray what you really should

At the end of the day, what matter is “YOU”

Don’t care about “them” for you know what’s true