Misunderstood

It's hard to understand what others feel.

Sometimes it all seems so surreal.

The pressure of life makes you kneel

as you wait for somebody to appeal.

Most of the bleakest days are spent alone,

sitting in your room with just a phone,

wishing someone would call, but you know

nobody cares. They're just a no-show.

What else can you do but just sleep?

Otherwise, you might waste your nights and weep.

After all, there is nothing for you to keep.

All your memories are lost counting sheep.

What causes your depression? Is it all the pain?

You know, it's starting to infuse into your brain.

Nowadays, you're just locked up in a chain.

Everyday that you struggle causes the drain

from your energy source that you need

if you hope in this life to succeed. 

I struggle daily, fighting against the greed.

I have to fight with myself as I plead

for it to leave me; oh, all of the thoughts.

They are only covered up with all the shots.

I would be a cheetah if bad memories were spots.

What's the point of casting all my lots?

There's no outcome and no helpful aid.

I asked God for his aid, I always prayed.

No matter what I did, every Sunday I'd trade

my time in for some religion. I stayed

for the entire service. It didn't help. Why?

What's the point of church bells if I only cry?

If it doesn't help me, if it makes me high

on the religious wine and I go awry.

We're all misunderstood writers, struggling to write.

With our words, we are trying to make the world bright.

Underestimated, dissed, and often we are quite

the opposite of what we wish, struggling to fight.

Despite all of the harmful words, we are moving toward

walking out of the arena, leaving the crowds floored.

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Great write young man. And, am I glad I don't have your hormonal roller coaster system right now. I remember being around your age and I had what seemed like such dark challenging emotional system. Well it all comes out in the wash one way or another. The few years of school that seem like so many, will be just a memory in one of the compartments of your mind. Peace out.

[Not here]

lol :) i like the "peace out" and thanks for the encouragement

[Coyote Poetry]

Dryden said it best over 500 years ago. Writers must write the truth and stand our ground. Wrong or right. We must write down the truth.
"We're all misunderstood writers, struggling to write.
With our words, we are trying to make the world bright.
Underestimated, dissed, and often we are quite
the opposite of what we wish, struggling to fight."
All we can do is our best and hope we can change the world for the better. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Not here]

thank you coyote :) im glad you liked it

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome.

[JayceeC]

David one little change in line in line 5 change bleakest to just bleak. Either word will work and it will simplify things a bit and smooth the flow of that line a bit. We spend our lives wondering if anyone understands and knows us, only to find out that they know us better than we know ourselves...One of the things I learned as an adult that I wish I's know all along. =-/

[closed]

''We're all misunderstood writers, struggling to write.
With our words, we are trying to make the world bright.
Underestimated, dissed, and often we are quite
the opposite of what we wish, struggling to fight.''


my favorite part

well composed


-Dream

[Maumil Mehraj]

I could identify with it a lot...you put together bitter realities of the world with precision.
Maumil

[Cool Girl]

OMG like all the time!!!!!!!! That's why I normally stay quiet.. Nice poem btw! Proud of you, mon! Lol

[Not here]

lol, yeah mon :)

[Cool Girl]

Lol :) good mornin