They always think me funny
But I don't see why they laugh
I just misunderstand things
Though I try to catch up fast
They always think me happy
But I always feel so sad
With all that torments my little world
How could I ever be glad
They always think me quirky
But one day they will see
I know more than they believe
And their boxes aren't for me
They always think me mean
But while I'm harsh, that is true
My blunt behavior is who I am
It's how I care for you
They always think me smart
But I truly feel so dumb
I put up these broken mirrors
Now it's who I have become
They always think me different
And to me that should be good
But when I look into their eyes
I know I've misunderstood
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
