I sometimes fear that I am misunderstood
It is simply because what I want to say,
what I need to say, won't be comprehended.
Not because people won't listen,
but because I won't be heard.
Heard in a way I so rightfully deserve.
What I choose to say is of so much substance
that people just won't understand
the depth of my message.
So my voice is not my weakness,
it is the opposite of what others are afraid of.
My voice is my suit and armor,
my shield, and all that I am.
I will comfortably live, eat, and breathe in it,
until I find the moment to be silent.
I live loudly in my mind, so many hours of the day.
The world is a pin drop sound
compared to the boom that thumps and bumps
against the walls of my cranium.
I live it and love it and despise it
and I am entrapped in it.
So being misunderstood, I am not offended
by the gesture, but honored. If they let us...