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.