As time stood still in the shadows

of the profoundness of the day

The core of my insidious soul

Silently screamed out with abandon to repay

Yet my soundless, inexpressible weeping

Of misconstrued recourse 

Could not be properly deciphered as authenticity 

Resulting in blurred discourse 

My heart is full of genuineness and empathy 

But often misperceived and misrepresented.

Being misunderstood is now customary

As my intent is regularly misrepresented.

Desire to reveal this infallibility presses my anguished spirit

To roar so deafeningly loud

So to exonerate the falsification of my character 

To be freed from under this colorless cloud

To be released from the looks of disgust 

Liberated from the eye rolls and cumbersome sighs

To be believed is my one true wish

Disinprisoned from this deception of fabricated disguise 

To be known as outgoing yet cautious 

Rambunctious yet refrained 

Noticed that I am gratified yet grateful

That I am scrappy yet restrained

To be found uniquely fascinating and especially silly

to know that I have a curious courage and peculiar persistence 

Appreciated for my resolute loyalty and faithful forgiveness 

To learn about my certain creativeness and bat crazy brilliance 

As time stood still in the shadows 

Of the profoundness of the day 

The supplication of my languished soul

Verbalized it's intense inclination it needed to say.

Michelle "Scrappy Girl"

1/6/17