Misunderstood

What makes me ill Is that I don’t feel accepted I’ve lost satisfaction in everything I know Who am I? Frustration builds up As a volcano erupts Inside a tornado of Biblical magnitude I explode from all sense of meaning Who am I? Whatever I am I won’t give in I won’t be accepted Yet my sacrifices are seldom worth making What do I get in return? Misunderstandings You think you know me so well You haven’t a clue why I write But how could you? How could you recognize who I am If I don’t recognize myself?