Don't understand me

This poem is a freestyle. at the end of senior year with time and moments coming to and end this is that was on my mind

I am one thousand flames of a building fire

I'm the coldest moon you'll ever desire

you wont desire me

no one does

wish i was like those strong trees

i don't wanna be a tree

who does?

id rather be a living suffering stressing human

hell of a lot of suffering 

yeah thats true man

but if i dispose of all these clothes 

that smell like those 

days i spent in my own kind of space

a bad space

a sad place 

have faith

don't be late

trust in fate

the ocean scares me

it drives me crazy

its so vast

so fast so free in jubilee. that's strange.

like a shooting range 

where guns are prohibited

guns are limited 

begin again cry again SCREAM!

and it seems like all is good 

i'm not good

I'm misunderstood

whats my mood?

an extravagant misplacement of consecutive feelings?

you don't understand me?

 good

Author's Note

This is meant to be a poem that is all over the place, has no form or rhythm and might not even make sense, but its a code to the reader that there is so much more to this poem than just words