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
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