Misunderstood

Praying, trying not to let my enemies break me. Same stuff but just a different day for me. Not the type to write roses are red violets are blue. Because I feel like nobody understands me but you. Asking myself why are people using me. If my heart had lips it would scream out stop abusing me. I wish people would just listen on what I had to say. Instead they make fun of me and point fingers and send me on my way. Don't let my appearance fool you I may smile but it has strain, hiding all my tears and the pain. So Misunderstood