I think you found my missing poem,
An accident I assure you,
And now you're reading me all wrong.
Please grab hold of some perspective,
I know you have it —
I know you can.
Grasp the reality that in reading my words,
You're still not hearing my voice —
You're hearing me through your own.
My inflection is not accounted for,
Nor is it heard.
You can not see the tears of anger,
Red hot,
Rolling down my face.
You cannot feel my frustration.
You do not hear the voice in my head
Everyday screaming at me for stability,
Everyday screaming at me for stability,
Yelling and pleading for control of my life.
Please see me —
See me as I am,
Not how you perceive me to be.
