The Miseducation of the misunderstood harbors overwhelming anxiety; which creates layers underneath the shell.
Always home like a tortoise, but I am a nomad in my own body.
The feeling of loneliness sets in every time one of my personalities decide to leave.
I am wandering
Invested in a venture that is company to misery.
I declare communicative bankruptcy.
Do me the service of sending all my messages, subliminally. This misinterpreted status will be one for the books.
Face it —
Who are we without the royalties in freedom of speech?
Too many unwritten rights you have, that wasn’t taught to me.
Do you know me?
Do I know you?
How valuable is identity to a thief? The only benefit in this hijacking is the doubt you will finally understand that…
I volunteered, but I never asked.
Never raised my hand in class.
So many questions that still need an answer
So many answers that should be questions.
What will be the solution?
It seems I’m the problem.
I am a weapon – non lethal
A dangerous mind shooting stars
Trynna reach the moon, cause I was told that’s as far as love can go.
I am a victim of time!
Trapped behind the bars in the same cage the bird sung.
Those melodies still linger.
The ink blots begin to show.
I think it’s bleeding through!
I use to dream in cursive until…
Murder she wrote.
Now it’s killing me softly.
The standard is to understand
The extreme is to overstep.
The Miseducation of the misunderstood can’t be taught only felt.