It is often that I do not care,
but that night presented a grim picture,
when assumptions were apprehended,
and distastes were spelled out.
While I bore the brunt of the animosity,
and I was slightly shriveled,
at how clear misunderstandings can be.
I smiled, and sobbed.
Clear, gurgled sobs.
Not unhappy.
Just misunderstood.
Presented as the picture of abhorrence,
I chose to stay mum.
And as I question the unfairness of it all,
the words that you so unleashed,
come back to me, like a gust of wind would,
and the sobs choose to appear,
and I'm left weak and insecure.
hurt and insecurity..the two things that can drive the mind insane!!
ReplyDeletethank you so much for your lovely comment! :)
ReplyDeletegreat text!
nothins worst than bein misunderstud:((
ReplyDeleteso aptly put!!!
lovely poem. expressed inside from deep heart
ReplyDeleteMisunderstandings, they are such a pain. Leave us with no scope of rebuttal or proof.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Heya, I like.
ReplyDeleteno, kinda love. :)
beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteyou sure speak a heart out Meher.
aJ