Not being understood, when you bare your soul
is like speaking peace
to your enemy.
I get dead-pan stares.
It’s like I’ve stumbled into nowhere.
Sometimes, I wonder if they are pretending
not to know
what I’m saying.
It’s a way they can make me feel strange
They have the desire to be superior
and so do I
but we get there different ways.
All the evidence around you, won’t help you
to feel great inside.
The invisible things matter.
And the more power you pull out of thin air, the stronger you will be
All of the visible things we see,
are meant to achieve that feeling,
but they don’t
you can give those things up
To devote yourself to something people laugh at
To strive for what
they can’t see
When you achieve that
you will live forever.