Down to earth, but often misunderstood
They build false accusations upon me
A pure heart longing to be understood
Invisible disability
The outside looking in; i'm tortured
I write some poetry in the orchad
Often dark from emotions within
Super sensitive, romantic and deep
I never said perfect, so i will sin
God will judge me so repentence i weep
Intiative to help out charities
I am the shoulder they always weep on
Look deep enough you will see clarties
Phone me, knock on my door I'm never gone
Dive deeper
Phone me, knock on my door i;m never gone
This is my spirit introducing me
No slander, i don't lie and never con
i'm down to earth My wings are clipped firmly
Loving, affectionate and creative
Don't you know that i never been to Perth
Kindness is not weakness its expensive
There's no other motives its just precious
This is me in all of my honesty
When you dislike, it hurts its contagious
I meet some people and i see a clean face
Then i am nothing but invisible
Can be impossible to be mixed race
One wonders do you like Divisible?