Emily Elizabeth Tyrrell Poem by Elizabeth Tyrrell

England
My home land.
Imperfect to the wondering eye but
Lovely to the perfectionist's soul.
Yearning for
Endeavors so far out of reach.
Laughs at the unintelligent fools.
Ignores the outlandish remarks and
Zaps them to reality with a snap of my rant.
A simpleton's daughter
Born to
Enphasize the
Truth.
Hated and misunderstood.
Tortured and up to no good fighting for
You to
Realize that underestimating me is a
Rediculous mistake that shouldn't be taken lightly.
Enthralled by the
Lonely
Lavishingly beautiful ignorant people.