OK. Can't think of a subject.

I have never really done this... i write stuff all the time, but the only people who see it are my friends. But as this was written as a result of my frustration attempting to communicate, I felt I should communicate it somewhere more public than usual.

Yes, my parents read me Dr. Seuss when I was a kid, and I think the man was brillliant.



eureka

do you know how it feels to be misunderstood?
lumped in with the bad, when you know you are good?
do they hear what you say but not get what you mean,
leaving your heart as a picture unseen?
do they look at you,
like you have something to hide,
when your transparent surface
shows all that's inside?

have i gone crazy? have i lost my mind?
do they really not see,
or could i have been blind?
maybe i really am just what they think.
i don't want to be lonely.
i hop in and sink.

i wish i had told me.
i wish i had known.
the basement is crowded,
but all are alone.
an apology said to myself for the doubt,
i reached out a hand
and i pulled me right out.

they can't know how it feels to be misunderstood.
it hurts.
sometimes i wish they could.
but i can't teach that lesson,
because i have learned
karma is waiting.
we all get a turn.

Diane Klipec
December 2, 2007