You might think me sad 
And easily depressed 
However, 
And here's the punch line, 
I'm just a bit bad 
And mostly self-impressed 

You might feel my pain
And some of all my wrath
But yet,
And here's the decline
I'm an assumed vein
And a negative path

You might taste me ill
And darkly wretched
Even so,
And here's the real sign
I'm just a mole hill
And a nail imbedded

You might see my tears
And both of my three  ails
But still,
And here's the land mine
I'm not one who fears
And not  a front that veils


Do you feel people get the wrong idea about your poetry
sometimes?