'Monologue Of The Misunderstood' Poem by Andrés Alejandro
'Monologue Of The Misunderstood'
I ask,
Why me?
When I see the old man,
sitting by my side.
An old man with a notebook,
listening to my monologue.
Saying,
that I am the one who's wrong,
for complaining about life.
But he doesn't know
what it means to live in my skin,
to be the echo of a scream
no one wants to hear.
And I care,
because I've always
been the one who's wrong.
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
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