Entry 142

Photoshop-edited cloud picture, it looks like... but still pretty.

The Misunderstood One

I tried to lay my case out on the table,

But they just did exactly what they were accusing me of.

They didn't listen to me. They interrupted me.

They did exactly what they were complaining about me doing.

They're just as bad as what they're lying to themselves that I am.

Why are they misunderstanding?

Why are they treating me like this?

They say they love me,

But then they scream at me to change.

Is love not accepting one as they are,

Including their flaws, and living with that?

And finding a way around it?

They don't understand me.

In fact, they hate me.

And I'll never forgive her.

"The Misunderstood One," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, July 26th, 2011