But the world will always/sometimes misunderstand you

I tell them my story,

Everything, Everything 

But it falls apart.

Not because my story is over,

But because they thought

They are the protagonist.

I tell her something inexplicable;

I still tell her a lot.

Words don't find meanings;

Sentences don't know how to explain things.

I feel hopeless,

In all the promises we did.

"I can't stay", i sighed in pain

She left first another day.

Words dont make sense,

And sometimes they make too much sense that it hurts.

They have been overhyped by poets and story tellers,

Because i don't know which word to pick,

How to dress it up,

How to muster up my courage

Before i say it loud.

Because i dont know

If they will understand 

Because i dont know 

why my heart keeps breaking.

Words have been too underrated too

Because of those like me who failed at words

Who couldn't master up this language much

But at the end,

When you fail at anything in life

You sit and blame yourself first

Because at that time 

you are both a

sort of a culprit and a victim inside.

Life feels quite misunderstood too.

Noone understood what it meant.

Some thought it's beautiful,

Some thought it's pretty remorseful.

Some thought it's full of memories,

Some thought it's too much to bear.

Some thought noone can understand it,

And some thought maybe it has so much to say everytime we greet.

But what life actually meant to them?

I probably don't know because i misunderstood it too, not ones, but quite many times.

I misunderstood too.

One day life knocks at my door

And it excitingly, happily, enters inside my home and says, " Maybe i mean everything they felt, thought and believed i am. I am everything they understood, i am everything they misunderstood " in a very bold voice.

We are all what someone misunderstood about us.

We are all what someone understood about us.

We are all about those people who never really realised what we meant to say.

We are all about those people who really realized every word of us without us uttering much.

We are all about that one chance we didn't get to explain ourselves.

We are about those few words we held onto thinking if they would ask, i would really say it all.

We are all about the time we passed being the wrong one when we did everything right.

We are all about those moments when we were misunderstood by someone special.

We are all about that memory when that someone special left without a word or left with so much we could ever process up in our heads.

But at the end we are all what we need.

We are all what we know we actually meant.

We are all what we said and all we never dared to say.

We are all what we understood about ourselves.

Because at the end noone understood us like we understood ourself by heart, by word to word.

The world misunderstands you.

Your people misunderstand you.

But we also misunderstand them 

And it goes round and round.

We, humans get so disheartened when people don't get us right.

But why should we bother?

I ask this everytime.

Don't we misunderstand them too?

Don't we misunderstand ourselves too?

So let it go round and round.

Let's not correct anyone anymore.

But only correct ourselves

When we take us wrong.

Lets be gentle towards ourselves

Because we always knew what we said and what we meant by heart.

If they ask, we'll tell them too humbly

But until then lets not beg anyone to hear us.

Lets hear ourselves patiently.