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.