Misunderstood

by Becky Concepcion
(Cleveland, OH)

When I allow my heart to give its opinion. It's taken out of context...When I try to show my love through experience, learned wisdom and timeless revealed knowledge. People began to view me as: a judgmental christian, stuck up and thinks she's better than everyone else...Creating in their own minds, and assuming that is my true identity.

Feeling so confused, and asking myself when did trying to add to someone else's life become such a stinky smell...Like garbage that no one can stand to have around...Misunderstood in a world that has already made up their decision about me...Hearing whispers of don't listen to her, you know how she is....

What is the point of having all this wisdom...When no one wants to even breath in this clean, and peaceful air it produces? The life I hear of, by so many, have no desire to change...Begins to spill over my heart and spirit like toxic waste.

The unbearable weight of keeping silent,  when wisdom wants to express itself...Always seems to lose its grip on me. My heart doesn't know how to turn a blind eye from the foolishness of this world, and the lies it brings forth to misguided souls.

Misunderstood, has become my reflection when I look into the eyes of others...But exhausted from justifying where my heart's attentions are coming from. Going to lay back and keep my opinions and wisdom to myself...

Misunderstood, has become the skin on my bones; no longer will I convince others of the real me. Dress me up in your own eyes on how you wish. I'm starting today, to let go of the verdict of how they see me...

Misunderstood, its time to hold my hand. Lets keep on walking forward, there's no time to look back. Destiny is calling...