Mis-Understood Poem by bobby kramer jr.

I tried everything I could
to get them to understand
I wasn't this person all my life
they made me who I am.
every time they look at me
all they see is negativity
they only see the cover of the book
instead, of finding out this person that is me.
I have learned to be very quiet
and keep my feelings bottled inside
sometimes, I feel like running away
into a dark hole and hide.
I wonder if they would miss me
it's a question that plays in my head
as, I sit here all alone
at the feet side of my bed.
I know, i'm a good person
hopefully, one day they will see
this loving person that I am
and be excepted into my family.