Misunderstood Stranger
AN: hello again peeps! this poem was old. found it while farting around with the computer deleting unneeded files and such. decided to post it cause it's cool i guess. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: i've gots no moneys so how could i own this?
Misunderstood Stranger
As I look,
upon your group of friends,
I realize,
that I don't trust a single soul.
Why is it that I can't do such a simple thing,
as trusting you with all I am?
Maybe it's the way I was brought up.
Or perhaps it's just me.
Maybe I'll never know why I don't trust a soul.
I question everything I do,
do I really know,
why I do things?
Maybe it's the way I was brought up.
Perhaps, it's just me.
Or maybe I'll never really know the reason why I do what I do.
You all know your own reasoning for things.
Why, o why, don't I?
I look upon,
the group,
feeling like the outcast,
that I am.
Why do you not trust me?
Some of you do,
but there are others who do not.
Why am I,
the only one,
who knows the truth of my past?
Why am I,
the only one,
who knows the most of horrible happenings?
Why do I,
have a constant,
fight inside my own head?
Why am I,
so misunderstood,
by all I know?
I only wish,
to be,
a member of the group.
Please,
realize me,
like me,
for who I am,
not what I am.