Misunderstood | Judy Moskowitz
To be misunderstood
The silent pain
A misplaced person
In a formatted world
Mismatched shoe
Walking through the fog
Of astigmatism
Speaking in tongue
Waiting
For a special delivery
With the excitement of a
Child envisioning a box
Medium in size
Wondering what you had
In mind
But it never arrived
The how or why
No longer matters
Getting lost
In the crossed wires
Of a misunderstanding
Your inner workings ripped
Shredded like tissue
Who misconstrued
When you never existed
