To be misunderstood

I am viewed as a sad bitter child, screaming, crying storming out of classrooms.
But is this who i really am?
Or am i just a young girl using defiance as a way to release her anger?
Or is it to seek a sense of adventure in her boxed in life?
Either way i am misunderstood.
I show people a false side so they won't reject who i really am.
Funny, outrageous, honest and loyal; all words used to describe the personality that airs with in.
but so few know this.
It's hurts so bad to be misunderstood;
even if i am the one one to blame.
Judgement is a persons sharpest weapon, that kills so many inside