Misunderstood Poem by Marcy Kidder

The depths of my soul are a black an abyss. My mind is full of passion, which seems to be missed.

I say one thing, warm like a burning flame. But somehow is misconstrued and taking a different way.

Sometimes, lost and alone and the only one who listens is my dog. She doesn't judge me, she doesn't tell me I'm wrong.

I look at the sky and ponder about the choices I've made. Our mistakes or what make us. But our mistakes are what takes.

I want to scream and cry, this voice inside is kind. Although, is painted in such black in white.

I'm not that person, nor have I ever been. I want people to know me and understand who I really am.

Hear my words, see my face, know my heart and don't misunderstand my grace.