Misunderstood

The reason I keep my head above the water is to breath, Although I'm gasping for air like a fish out of sea. I feel like the world has a spine faced at me. You can't judge a book,read a page to perceive, then say o "look at here" no soul will ever think to read. It won't hold its cover its trash "can't you see", plus I wouldn't get caught dead seen with that ugly old thing. Sometimes I cry when I think of how cruel people can be,I been crying for years but still nobody's listening. My cries are suppressed bottled up deep inside, then out comes the cloud where my cries fade and die.