I’m misunderstood Like torn and scattered pages From a lengthy book.
I’m not sure if everyone is just vanilla. Or if I see the world too openly. But I’m constantly getting put into boxes I don’t feel I ever belonged to be in.
Worry Pounds like rain; I force myself To remember That stormclouds Are thick with rage Just before they break And calm returns to the earth As the storm recedes, As it will in me