Misunderstood
I work to advance my mode of communication, hoping to be understood
Breaking down and condensing my mix to be clear, a form of mental Braille but results not good
I blend many levels of conversation with pleasant tones of my soul’s conflict and revelation
But dead ears cannot hear, which brings total prevention of the mind’s elevation
I offer mental levitation but an egotistical form of ignorance prevents that rise
No change in understanding no bright light for their mind or eyes
I’m misunderstood
You can’t understand that my walk although similar to yours is mine
You can’t understand that no matter how straight or crooked I have my own line
Not a line that is spoken but the line that I walk
The line that makes it not matter when you speak negative talk
My mind, soul, love, and possibilities are as vast as the ocean on mental film
That’s why clarity is unclear as you thread my waters you will drown in my swim
I’m misunderstood
By
FiloRozzell
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