A poem written by my imaginary friend, Masaki.

Misunderstood

It’s hard to bear

When all your near

And dear ones turn against you;

When no one gets the few

Words that escape your lips.

When all your emotions slip

In your eyes,

And yet, to them, it’s just dust.

It’s painful,

When they take your words

In the wrong turn

And spread hate around the world,

Spread the words that make you burn

From inside with guilt,

For words you’ve never built.

And in those times, you feel,

To hide and conceal

Your true self and bury deep, deep in a wood,

And slowly, silently suffer the pain of being misunderstood.