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Misunderstood
Contributed by
MiniMiss
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Saturday, 31st March 2012 @ 09:00:24 PM in AEST
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I cry because I have given up.
I shout, as I can't find the words to say.
I hide, though I want to be seen.
I whisper, though I want to be heard.
I ignore, but my heart is still listening.
I break things, 'cos the love is broken.
I smile, to disguise the pain.
I frown, 'cos i envy others happiness.
I hate, because i'm scared to care.
I lie, because the truth hurts.
I imagine, to forget reality.
I hurt, because no one's there.
And I dream, 'cos I wonder, if it could be?
But i'm all misunderstood, you see.
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MiniMiss
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Re: Misunderstood
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by jenniferstein2006 on
Saturday, 31st March 2012 @ 09:58:33 PM AEST
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| really good poem...said a lot |
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Re: Misunderstood
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by Voice of the Silent on
Sunday, 1st April 2012 @ 12:48:49 AM AEST
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reminds me of a quote I heard
Decide to be fine until the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you’re alive and that’s your job. Then do it again the next week. I call it being professional. Do it right. With a smile. Or don’t do it.”
Great porm
hope to read more soon
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Re: Misunderstood
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by HIV on
Tuesday, 3rd April 2012 @ 01:48:27 PM AEST
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youve said it all what most people are afraid to say
good write
your friend
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Re: Misunderstood
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by Raggie on
Wednesday, 4th April 2012 @ 12:53:33 PM AEST
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Hi,
ah 'I hide though I want to be seen. I whisper though I want to be heard.'
I know that place:) thank you for your wonderful words. |
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Re: Misunderstood
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 12th April 2012 @ 11:48:18 PM AEST
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someone organizes somewhere, and secretly we suppose, so even if they put it somewhere that makes decent sense, still no one will know, just where to look.
Like anything, like asking what the variables pre - supposed are to be place holders for, instead of the quick answer, we are schooled by the premise that says we should fully read about how the equation was set up, math, school, work, even play, and do we know, how to operate such and such on both sides of such equation? That's not why we reach out for guidance in the first place maybe. BTW, maybe that's not what we were attempting to do in the first place.
I feel this sort of human dichotomy all the time. Where the problem becomes only mine, and yet not something I rationally feel should be given to only me. The data is gibberish to me, and when I ask for help, people only ask; where did the data come from and why> and even if I say I don't know the answer to either question , which quite earnestly be absolutely true, I'm asked what questions did I ask that would make the data understandable.
I had no idea, I only have some data that makes no sense, and I share it willingly. Then, they say, it could mean a lot of things, it might have something to it, this data that no one else can tell by looking at it, so they offer up qualified suggestions, and they surmise more than the help I first sought to bring to their own private ears in the very first place.
See, I went to them first, so they might understand that I myself am perplexed, and I do want empathy, I want them just say that this is confusing, and then I suppose I just want them to say, forget about it, you can't solve it anyway.
What ever the problem is, it is still a problem to me.
I think everyone is misunderstood, I have been there, even in my finest moments I have been there, I've stored it away somewhere that should make a lot of sense not only to me but to others, where, even I can't say. Is it OK, not to understand, I opine, do you?
Peace!
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