MISUNDERSTOOD   



 Sometimes the way I walk and a way I talk     
 Is noticed,


 My words out loud are not always poetry spoken.



 A look upon my face is perhaps seen as an angry  
 Glare,


 To be safe is not always a smile shown, a distance 
 Kept.


 Trust a little, just enough so that I am not fooled 
 Or taken,


 Misunderstood I know I am, a judgement without 
 Knowledge.


 Misunderstood as an appearance does not tell of who 
 I am,


 An impression to be observed, not always a story known.


             Keith Garrett