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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