Misunderstood

Maybe I'm just misunderstood.

Asking those who barely know,

To see me in a way they never really could.

Always willing to let them take from me,

But never asking if they ever should.

They all run and hide,

Whenever it is I light the way.

I'm left alone with no one by my side,

Even on the darkest of days.

I am a bringer and taker of life.

I'll shed my tears for you,

As I struggle with my internal strife.

Won't anyone be my friend?

Take to heart this messages of mine,

To not look at me with disgust,

Like just another one of your trends.

You never ask me for my name,

It sits on a shelf,

Covered in dust and never worn.

You make me out to be a monster,

Only calling me out as just another storm.