From the misunderstood teen
to the misunderstading adult.
Misunderstood, that is me.
Let me be, it is not my fault.
Here in the misrepresented world,
misrepresenting job promotions.
Something to look forth,
that is me, in this world of expectations.
A lifetime engraved in frames,
photographs in rented suits galore.
Four years as a high schooler, playing games,
fitting into the theater, waiting for an encore.
Rewind, pause, unable to replay.
The photos frozen in time,
oh, how I wish to press play.
That is me, between the light and the lime.
