Misunderstood

Oh, what a name,

And she wore it with pride

As only one could

When they're stood under like

An umbrella in the rain,

When you see that the sky

Won't let up, so you're sure

To carry it inside.

She thought that this knowing

Of her thoughts and her mind

Were just like the name

On the tag that you'd find

Pinned to the shirt

That was always the same

In color and size,

Both daring and plain,

Predictable, like she,

In all that she did,

That's why such a name

Was surely a fit,

Until the day came

When a mirror gave view

To what she didn't know,

But the rest of them knew,

The difference of a letter,

Made the difference of a life,

Seeing Ms. turn to mis-

Never felt so right.