Scattered Thoughts 1

Being misunderstood is my curse. A curse that I have lived with for many years. People tend to paint me in the wrong light, so the finished product is just a completely wrong interpretation of me. It angers me, but I can't argue down everyone who does not understand me to try and make them see. So I let it be. I would much rather be true and kind to those who know me than to strong arm my identity for the average peeps. It's not in my DNA. So each day as the time tics away I stay humble and I numb myself to those with loose lips. Those who speak quick without valid evidence, but try to heckle my existence. As if they have the key to what a real human should be. All I know how to do is be me, so why not accept me for me. But to me it's clear that there is fear in what you don't know. There is fear due to the things I don't show. I fear that you will never know. What the true intentions be when it comes down to the flow.