misunderstood

They are diagnosing children for a future addiction

I believed in the stories they said were nonfiction

I cried as my house burned but the candles stood

So I lit them and said this tragedy would be good

The pictures were hidden like my life had ended

That’s when I knew my story would be forbidden

The writing won’t stop until I’ve said enough

Do you want to read the secret stuff?

Sometimes it felt like only God understood

The reason I was born to be misunderstood

The normals can do things I wish that I could

But I use my gifts in a way that no one would

Happiness from the sun said I am the one

The blessings have only just begun