Misunderstood.

I’m so understanding. Maybe too understanding.
To the point where I misunderstand myself.
Misunderstood.
I’ve hurt myself by telling myself it’s not them. It’s me.
But maybe it’s not me.
But when history continues to repeat itself,
How can I think otherwise?
No hurt feelings. No love lost. None gained either.
Just misunderstandings.
The ones that force an open mind to close.
Because these misunderstandings only lead to insurmountable confusion.
Confusion that causes me to shut out any possibilities of getting close.
Because closeness leads to pain. Irreparable pain.
No hurt feelings. No love lost. None gained either.
I’m so understanding. Maybe too understanding.
I’d rather be misunderstood.

-Angela Ayam