I am misunderstood and I've come to terms with this. When I'm quiet, I'm deemed meek, arrogant, and snobbish. When I try to share parts of myself, I'm considered attention seeking. I would rather crawl up in a hole and burrow a warm spot for my heart to live out its days. But I can't... because I know that would be viewed as running and cowardly behavior. And if I leave any legacy behind for the ones I love, I want them to know that despite it all -- I was a survivor.