i feel so missunderstood im
no bad guy i wasnt a villan wearing a mask
i was never a person of lasting lies time flys by day after day feeling so missunderstood
nobody cares about my
intetions

my mission wasnt to target and destroy but was to nature and love with pation and grace i wanted to teach you a lesson but it turned out to be the end of our story

i feel so missunderstood because i love you but am taken as a liar a wommerniser im just a boy in need of your love and happyness
i wanna grow with you but you see me as a fool

tried to teach u a harsh lesson it turned out to be that the cadles whr blown out and the smake from the cadles are just our memories fadding up into thin air but the two cadles still stand fermly

i feel so missunderstood

Friendly pokes
***** jokes
Someone has misheard:

-Are you some kinda perv?
-I struck some kinda nerve?

Awkward looks
into boots.

Who will be the first
to change the topic,
pitch of talking?
Can this be reversed?

It was just an impulse.
Yes, it is that simple
when it's not rehearsed.
Who's that good with words?

Smile and let's move on.
Let us not be dull.
Moods will come and go
so on the go we learn.

Bro1: ..... you look like you got hit by a TRAIN!!!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!
Bro2: I pulled a gun on God.
Bro: ...what? where's the gun?
1: I don't frigging know.
2: you look like you got mauled!! How are you alive?!?!
1: turns out God is just a fighter. Not a killer. I love you.
2: ......what the hell happened to you?
1: I just told you.
2: what did you drink......
1: let's just say I will be hung over for. eternity. I love you.
2:.......you're scaring me.
1: and you're scaring me too.

I am poetic and misunderstood
I wonder if anyone notices i'm not happy
I hear myself thinking, ruining myself
I see my family and friends so full of glee
I want them to understand i'm diffrent
I am poetic and misunderstood

I pretend to be happy with a bright smile
I feel the opposite
I touch the faint scars
I worry people will notice and judge or be mean
I cry at the memories of how low people made me feel
I am poetic and missunderstood

I understand everyone has problems of their own
I say if we all knew the deep stuff, we'd treat eachother better
I dream of the good memories and forget the nighmares
I try and strive to be better and stay rad
I hope to become someone I can be proud of
I am poetic and misunderstood

Missunderstood medicine man
plant and herbs tight in hand
veggies fruits and and tobaco plants
from tribe to civilized
plants are disected and pillized
while open awake to thrive
pharm free eating pots of honey hive
theres many that help and many that ail
tabaco dipped for death
hospitals smell stail
steel and lumber companies say hemp noway
that stuff is the devils kept
hemp went away because of that day
its back to wear and eat but not to smoke
what is this some kind of ******* joke

When theres's somebofy that really matters
And a gap of silence does in reality really exist
One wonders as he did what could be the reason
Not knowing as conversations not been kissed

There is a young girl from next door
And he idolized her for friendship true
She is made so welcome in the home
But conversation from her he never knew

He was told oh she is just shy that is why
And she always talked to all others around
He'd gone out of his way to help her out often
But try as he may no conversation to be found

Just twenty three years old a collage student
He'd spoke to her so many a time gone by
Beautiful in so very a way but night or day
Talk to any but he and they said she was shy

He'd never ever done said anything wrong
But conversation it with he never was at all
He felt that when she was there he'd leave
Go to his office staying until someone to call

He felt that maybe she didn't like him but
She'd smile say hello then that ended there
Rather than have her feel awkward he'd go
As he was a good and kind soul to be fair

Always happy was she laughing talking too
But never after hello no conversation was to be
This worried him as he liked her calling in
But that was it and it worried him so sincerely

He came to the conclusion not to talk to her
Thinking that would have her feel at home
She was a happy soul he with values of old
However not able at all to find a reason alone

It was not a matter of life nor death but sad
Oh she's just shy thats why it was often  said
So when she came he'd leave the room again
Go up to his computer or if not up to his bed

He was an inteligent person of knowledge
He'd traveled often the entire world in time
Met so many people of greatest knowledge
But with this girl never any conversation fine

I guess there was no reason she had to like him
Or talk to him at all in any way on any day
He liked her he guessed she just never liked him
So he gave her space and accepted it as is anyway

But there was never any explanation or any reaso
That he himself could think of in all honesty
And sometimes wonder if he'd said something
That was wrong or missunderstood it could be

She'd lay back on the lounge watch T V laughing
But he often simply put the entire thing from mind
However there was no explanation for this to be
At least none that he of this situationcould find

Oh she's just shy thats the reason why often said
But it was to him a situation in life rather grim
Feeling out of place within his own home the case
So much he'd with consideration gave this up to win

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Somewhere within the confindes of my mind
An image ..........
A youger age ,
A little more vigor
A little less unsure idealistic ,
Thats for sure
Looking hopefull
At the world

Saturated

Missunderstood