Misunderstood Poem by nyna bankard

Struggling to come to terms with what is meant to be
Always got this cloud of drama hanging over me.
No matter how far I go or how quick I seem to move
I always seem to get caught up in this rugged groove.
I yearn for love & support; I yearn for peace of mind
It seems I yearn for things that I'll never find.
I wanna make a difference; I wanna change things for the good
I'm tired of being this chic who's completely misunderstood.

My life is such a joke, all the things I've been through
You'd never believe my story, even if I told you.
Filled with instability and plagued with mass destruction
Will it ever end? I keep paying for repercussions-
That I can't control or begin to understand
Searching for my purpose has become so high in demand.
I will find the answer, please help me if you would,
I'm tired of being this chic that's completely misunderstood.

I may not be simplistic; my decisions may not be wise,
I may learn the hard way in which they all despise.
I have a sense of direction, I'm coming to realize
As long as I have that spark, within me the spirit lies.
I'm holding onto my strength, I'm riding it to the top
I know I got this power so don't think I'm gonna stop
Being who I am or doing what I should
I'm tired of being this chic who's completely misunderstood