Misunderstood

My tears fall to the ground

Consumed without a sound

This cold wind is always blowing

And I never know where I'm going

Misery and pain

Seem to scream my name

Many teachers don't get it

I'm sick of all the fighting

This gets me nowhere

And no one around me can every truely care

Until they've cried my tears

And witnessed all my fears

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