Misunderstood Poem by EMMA Funnell
Misunderstood
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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