Everything I do, I do for a reason. Everything I say has a purpose. I don't like being misunderstood, and I don't like people claiming to know more than me; I can't stand it. Especially when it's about things that are my passion, things I excel at, something I know. Why do they try to find my faults and exploit them? They have no reason to. What am I, if not always correct, the person without fault? And what then if it were true? The thought makes me sick to my stomach.
"But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood."
Not so much poetry but rather prose.
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
