Always forsaken

Most times mistaken

Am not bad

Am just sad

Am not rude

Just basically crude

I'm told don't cry

But what's left to try?

I find new words

To write my hurts

Hoping one day

I'll out-write those wrongs

That kept me still

Ignoring my will

Of a happy ending

Not left by the road side standing

In my imagination I have a destination

But in reality

All that's called vanity

Only time will tell

What spell can break that shell

And if I'll have a life

That's not just based on lies

A/N

Hello,hello people i know what you must be thinking but really i have not been in the poetry mood, anytime i sit to write the word just don't sound right<<see what i did there, any ways sorry for all the shorts, but again i can't be blamed...till next time...Adios Amigos(did i spell that right?). 

Meaning

if you must have noticed I kinda divided the poem into three standard, but am just gonna summarize everything, this part of the poem book is just talking about some truth in life, like the part of how must people are always mistaken there is a part that says

"am not bad, am just sad" yeah so if you haven't know I write this based on my past experience nad most of the time am always written out to be the bad guy but truth be told am just a sad lonely girl, so I think that can summarize it all.

IF YOU STILL HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THE POEM JUST WRITE IT HERE <------

(sorry if there are mistakes, auto correct is a bitch and also..i don't get why my emoji's won't work...Argggghhhhh)