Sometimes the way I walk and a way I talk
My words out loud are not always poetry spoken.
A look upon my face is perhaps seen as an angry
To be safe is not always a smile shown, a distance
Trust a little, just enough so that I am not fooled
Misunderstood I know I am, a judgement without
Misunderstood as an appearance does not tell of who
An impression to be observed, not always a story known.