Misunderstood

Stuck in a world of confusion and collision
Feelings in a mess, a state of unrest
Your yes is a yes, mine is a no
My no is a yes
And I get stuck in the end

My words, like unending ropes
Try to make sense
But you turn them around, every time
And make loopholes out of them

At times it’s not me who’s confused,
It’s not always me who’s wrong
I make sense all the time,
Maybe sometimes only to myself
But then it’s you I expect to hold my hand
For I believe that you’re my friend,
And try to understand,
That it’s not always me who’s wrong
But I am, all the time, just simply
Misunderstood.

~k~