Mr. Misunderstood

I’m Mr. Misunderstood,

Of why people are so rude,

And why my past seems stuck to me like glue,

Why are we segregated? Why can’t we come together like a crew,

There’s a lot of talking going on, but very little is true,

Life is becoming a lie, and it has you wondering where’s the truth is,

To move forward in life is easier to say than to do,

I’m Mr misunderstood,

Of why people take a good thing and destroy it like a termite does wood,

Or why we think the way where living is all good,

Everyone talks about change. I wish we would,

But until that day, I remain Mr misunderstood,

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