Jacki visiblydistorted Presents the Poem: The Misunderstood
Channel: visiblydistorted
Date: 2016-12-16

The Misunderstood
by visiblydistorted

The full moon, so pale, so pure,
Looms over the water, so still.
I sit and I watch as the clouds drift by,
And I weep, for my mind is ill.
There is a chill in the air tonight,
Not as cold as my hardened heart.
I seek answers of the pain inside,
I envy the caribou, her peace is an art.
They may label me noncomposmentis,
And they know that I'm ill at ease.
I express myself through careful words,
But cannot find inner peace.
Not a soul on this earth seems to know who I am,
Nor care to understand.
And so I am left here, with a hardened heart,
A freak of nature, feeling bland.
Many of the experiences I've had so far,
Have helped me to endure this life.
Yet I have turned a sour shoulder to it,
And they mistake my pain for strife.
I mean not to repel those others,
Who make me the misunderstood.
I only wish to be an equal you see,
Some acceptance I need, and I should.