A mind filled with lost hope and pained memories.
A broken heart belting lyrics of stolen remedies.
Eyes forward, dried red, and still they leak.
Hands clenched into fists, the anger peaks.
Chapped lips, bed hair, red lines underneath.
People take what they see, and judge without knowing.
While we hide behind sheets, everyday we are hoping.
They take the appearance of us, disheveled and a mess.
Barely standing and a wreck.
Unstable and crudely dressed.
Masking hurt and regret.
We hide.
While they misinterpret what they are too obvious to see.
The pain in our eyes as we secretly plead.
Misunderstood we walk through life always angry.
We watch as they undermine the picture we're painting.
They taunt and they laugh as our pain only grows.
Anger, the emotion easiest to show.
So we cry behind walls and glare at the world just like we should.
We are and forever will be, misunderstood.
They Are Too Obvious.
