MISUNDERSTOOD
I can’t stand the sound.
The sound of fear.
I want to run away in the middle on no where.
It’s not easy going through a world
Where everything is misunderstood.
Fortune it is not the word for me
Either does struggle.
I don’t know where do I belong.
But as I remember
Life it’s not about finding yourself,
Life it’s about creating yourself.
I care less of the people below me what they think,
And take more advices from the people above me.
Life makes me itch,
Enjoyable and painful at the same time.
Maybe I should get some help.
But I know that nobody will ever understand what I think!
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