You don't listen
You just complain
You say what you were told to say.
I try to listen
I try to explain
But I am on my own, I say what I need to say.
Why can't you listen,
When I explain?
Why can't you understand,
When I ask you to hear me out
But all you do is complain.
You make me the villian.
The queen high and mighty on her thrown of thorns.
But you just describe yourself.
I am the one who is torn.
I am no villain,
no matter what you see,
I am no villian.
I am just misunderstood.
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A Collection Of Poems
PoetryJust a new poem per chapter... they're all kind of brutally honest but oh well, right?