Misunderstood
Once again I find myself waking to the bed that I made,
It's not pretty, but I'm the only one worthy to lie in it.
your disappointment in me you wear on your face,
in your eyes nothing more than a disgrace
hypocritical views you have want to take my place,
maybe then you might understand,
just exactly who it is I Am.
a world of good intentions never matters,
but I wish they could,
then the world could see me.
instead of being misunderstood.
Copyright © Cyndee Weir | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment