Misunderstood

When I was young, the skies were brighter
Filled to the brim with things that were lighter
Than the life she would live that would try to spite her
Crushing, killing, ensnared by that spider
No one there to hold beside her
Now just a candle with no one to light her

When I got older, I saw the world for its lies
Kept an eye on the darkening skies
Watching her breaking as her laughter dies
Slowly becoming one that no longer tries
Because of the pain her whole body sighs
Because of insults they place in her size

Now that I'm grown, the pain seems to be less
She is alone and afraid to progress
Feeling outcast because they oppress
Barely able to get up or to dress
Trying to be skinny, over which she'd obsess
Never able to fix her brokenness

When I am older I would hope that I would
Be able to tell her the things that she could
Become if she would do as she should
Instead of being stuck under her hood
Living in fear of not being understood
Not knowing she's only misunderstood

Copyright © Shikahone Ikakuse | Year Posted 2022

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