Miss Understanding

She’s mistaken, the kind of miss-I’m-okay, Call her pretty; let her pretend disbelief, dismay Misunderstood, with bruises on her hands, A pretty smile and a heart full of of scars, Misjudged, for who she wants to be All she can think is please Keep your compliments in the back pocket Keep your silly treasures in rusted lockets, Show me something new. Throw me a punch, start a fire, Unlike you I have desire You can’t hold these thoughts, You can’t bind me in this circle of cliché I’m done playing all those worthless games So what if my standards aren’t perfect Someone out there thinks I’m worth it Just listen to my heartbeat, Through the shouts of second guesses, The wrong turns, the messes, I’m no less than perfect, just underestimated Not really complicated, What I am is just enough; I’ve damned all those fears You can say I told you so, I really don’t care This is my silly life, So humans in the world I’m not miss-she’s-no-good, No I won’t be mistreated, I won’t be misunderstood, Or misinterpreted and misjudged I am the colour in the shaded crowds The spark before the fire, The calm before the storm, The passion before desire I am everything, just nothing of the norm.