4:36 am

I am misunderstood.
Yes, oft very.
My Yes,
my No,
my Maybe,
Contorted into something,
Something unrecognizable.
A dark, faded, scarred image
of what was once pure.
I stare and stare,
Till this image becomes a nightmare,
One I start to live,
One that becomes my reality.
Caught in a web of misunderstandings,
Drowning in lies I did not tell.
Trapped in a darkness so deep,
A darkness so strong,
It holds onto me,
It chokes me,
I'm dying,
I've lost my voice.
And so I'm quiet.
I accept it
I let it

It all started with a misunderstanding.

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