MisUnderstood

Could you have really lived a life in solitude, with a family that lives in only one reality, with one individual mind of their own, or someone who could only stand out. Growing up being the odd one out is the downfall for some and mostly all. Life gives you what it has to offer but is there a point if we see what it gives us or would it make sense to grow up in an alternative reality. People live bound by what they accept as correct and true. That’s how they define "reality." But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true?" Merely vague concepts...Their reality may be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply br living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs? You could really look but it doesn’t neccessarily mean you can see. Is this what distinguishes normals from uniques? The ones who have endured true life’s weight are the ones who could pass for what we today consider special and unique. Though, I have lived my life in a mirror I could percieve only what seemed to be of logic to my own philosophiy, still, out of sunflowers on grass, I am a rose from concrete who now today is a summer’s sun who hides itself under the silver moon. Could I really be different becausse I’ve made my mark bound to what I believe? I’m the pilot of my life so whould I have to be judged for what I consider a true shinning star? Some consider me to be weird but can you blame someone who steereed themselves out of the darkness and made it their own to live? It’s not for others to try and understand, because as long as people live, there is pain, where there is love, there is hate, and people don’t understand the truth. So they slant reality to be their own making what and that of it. Is that their role? Who are they to try and understand that and someone without first understanding the concept of life itself? Misinterpretation is the downfall of this world and others. As long as people live, there is no peace, that is a currupt world, which only fools live in, and people like me choose not to dwell on but embrace and make it our own. If being misunderstood and odd is crime, I’d be delighted to die a criminal, tainting what the definition of life and reality truely is. This is my philosophy; accepting dishonor in payment for honor...And Hatred in payment for love, even then, I may be shunned by some, but knowing I lived by what I considered life to be, I’ll die smiling. Being one with myself and my soul, renonating eternally to be held as seperate and distinguished. Though some people do not understand, it really should not matter, A world is not one and is not a world if you can’t make it your own. You’re the bridge over troubled water and not what "evens" consider it to be. Mis-interpretation is the equilibrium of the world and most importantly us, people don’t have to understand nor is it an obligation for them to consider. I grew up to a place that was my start, and will forever be my finish; My reality; my world; my philosophy; And my best friend and foe, to be misunderstood.