No one understands me.
I am kicked, scorched, and hurt
I am left drinking me pain away,
And drowning in my own sorrow
Because I am misunderstood
No one gets me
Everyone plays and laughs and has fun
And leaves me out
They don't understand my demeanor,
And They don't try to,
And I am left in the shadows,
Misunderstood
How does one put a price on a life?
How can you say that one is worth more than another,
That a cheerleader is better than a book reader,
People put a price on me
They brand me with physical money,
And make notes on my status.
I am nothing to them because they don't understand me,
Misunderstood.
I have a price on my head.
The people around me don't love me,
They don't even like me.
They can't. understand me, so they don't try to,
And They wouldn't miss me if i was gone
I am gone looking in,
They still don't understand me,
And They still don't miss me.
They miss the money I brought them,
Not me, not the person
And my thoughts and opinions are still in their heads,
As they still don't understand me,
Misunderstood
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The Ones that tried
PoezieDepression hits you like an earthquake. It is devastating and you never really know when it is going to happen. For about 2 1/2 years I have been depressed off and on. I have been near suicide even occasionally. Writing Poems has actually helped me...