Media portrays only the rich
But mum and dad barely have jobs
Girls have the latest and you watch them rock the dream clothes
You try to smile it away
But being misunderstood kills
Because you have to pretend it doesn't hurt,
Lie to your mum that as long as she's here
You have it all.
YOU ARE READING
Misunderstood
PoetryYou could hear it all... The sweet rhythm she made with her violin The banging of the stick to the drums The sound that came were hiccups and screams What happened to them.
