i'm misunderstood misinterpreted by the ones that know the littlest about me. Called names that spoil, poison, and destroy who I really am, or who im searching to be. Demonic witch, ignorant child, a waste of a good soul. Crying in pain drowning in grief trying to figure out what's really left to hold. Reading the truth portraying his wisdom molding myself to be more like him His words the truth attached with everything good though i'm filled with so much finn.