MISUNDERSTOOD
Dark clouds surface, rain drops fall..
Look around no one in sight at all.
Is it bcuz my face hangs low?
As I stroll the streets so slow..
My mind lingers..
Why beat myself up?
voices in my head shut up.
This isn't me.. but its not what you see.
big smile? Or should we call it fake
Be you for christ sake
Tired of battling my self,
Can't be good for my health..
Telling myself I'm going crazy
same battle I battle daily
but this storm shall pass, it always does
Can't let a bad days kill your buzz
That's life.. a mixture of bad & good
But don't let the bad outweigh the good
Otherwise you might always be misunderstood..
Matthew A. Arrant
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