My life is misunderstood,
My life has been mistreated.
If I could kill myself I would,
And let my life be defeated.
People don't bother to get to know me,
They judge me by what they hear.
But if they gave me a chance they would see,
That I will not shed a tear.
For I will just ignore them,
Just like I have been told.
But I guess I will wait until then,
For the rumours to unfold.
EMMA Funnell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/misunderstood-11/
