Misunderstood

Its so frustrating when you are have to endure something on your own because no one understands what you are going through or the amount of thoughts that devour your brain. Everything gets a bit crazy at times... So I expressed myself through this poem back in 07 or 08 entitled Misunderstood:

Sometimes I find it hard to express
The loads that weigh down my fragile chest
I struggle to compose the right words to say
Trying to make sure they don’t convey the wrong way
Why do I find some words so hard to utter
Like “I love you” and mean it like no other
At night, my loads sit on my breast the hardest
When I’m trying to lay my heavy head down to rest
I toss and turn battling these wicked dreams
As if I take drugs and became a feine
In my sleep, my eyes can’t hide the pain
The thoughts and images move to and fro in my brain
I wake in the morning on a wet pillow
My tears overflowed like I’m a lonely widow
What can I do to help myself through?
Am I a lost soul? This couldn’t be true
I want to go crazy, pull these thoughts out my head
As I question if I should even get out this bed
This day is not ready for me. It would never be.
It’ll take eternity, for them to understand me
It’s like talking to a blank four inch plaster wall
So why do I bother trying to say anything at all?

* Poem by Lex *