Being misunderstood is as part of your life as tying your shoes or going to school. It happens every day. It is a weird feeling, not sure whether to be confused or mad. The struggles with being misunderstood, someone thinking they know what you are all about, when they don’t have a clue. We have all been there; filled with rage, even the most privileged. Many times these people, the ones that want to put their input in the most, are the ones that misunderstand you the most. Life is a struggle; we fight through our lives, looking to prove to people, we are not what they think. Going day to day waiting, but no matter how much effort we put into this, it will not make a change, people have opinions. My struggle in my life has led me towards
