Misunderstood
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
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