Scott Williams Poet Free verse

Misunderstood

When you look at me you have such disdain in your eyes. 
You think you know me just because you can see me. 
It doesn't help that my hair is long and my clothes are torn. 
You believe you can read me just like a book without turning a page. 
All you can see is my cover but not the pages from within. 

Here we go again. 
You're judging my book by its cover. 
If you would just try to discover. 
What's on the inside. 
Misunderstood is not my name. 
It's just what I've become. 
So once again I must try to hide. 
Wish you would just look on my inside. 

You call me names tell me to cut my hair. 
Try to make me what you think I should be. 
If you would just knock on my door and ask to come in. 
You might just find we're not as different as you believe us to be. 
Intolerance, intolerance it's a sickness a disease from within. 

Now here we go again. 
You're judging my book by its cover. 
If you would just try to discover. 
What's on the inside. 
Misunderstood is not my name. 
It's just what I've become. 
So once again I must try to hide. 
Wish you would just look on my inside. 


8/27/16

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