Misunderstood
I open my mouth again and again...
The words come out as I express my needs, desires, thoughts and emotions...
I choose my words carefully, as to not be misunderstood...
I seem to have to repeat myself...
I pick up my pen again and again...
The words come out as I express my pains, sorrows, mistakes and misadventures...
I choose my words carefully as to not be misunderstood...
My words appear adequate and to be well understood...
I can't comprehend...
Misunderstood©
EdwinBrown9®™
6/22/16
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