Misunderstood
Someone has to
Understand me
Alone most of the time
Someone has to be
Compactable with me
Accepting my troubles
And elements
Why does everyone
Insist on judging me
So many questions
But little answers
Soo many prayers
But no miracles
Struggling with hatered
The ones tugging
Are normally the fakest
Maybe now
These words justify
The actions you see
Televised
Reading along
In this poem
You might think
The problem is solved
But if you read
Between the lines
Of my words
You will see
Things are still unresolved
Waiting to be
Broadcasted
By me connecting
To the reader
Meaning I should
Never feel alone
As long as I
Emotionally
Tap into senses
Threw empathy
Patiently waiting
For you
To criticize my work
Like you were a judge
Issuing me time
Maybe being deserving
Of this trail
Of open criticism
Because I wrote these words
Hoping you will give me
Proper judgement
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