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?
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Mike A. | Year Posted 2011
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