A rant...

Why is it so hard to be understood?

When sometime you expresss yourself poetically or artistically, other think you are too much?

All I am is a simple man of simple values.

I feel.

I express.

I release.

But then there are others that think you think too much.

I cannot help who I am.

I cannot help what I am.

A being filled with emotions and desires in hopes to find some salvation.

A being still holding onto a scant facade of feeling true happiness.

Of feeling at peace.

I'm tired of being misunderstood.

I'm tired of being looked at as complex.

I am simple.

I am human.

I feel.