Understand

Misunderstood...

    A word all my life, I'm starting to get used to hearing.

Even the closest people in my life,

    They never really did.

Should I?

    Should I force it to make them understand me?

There is nothing to understand...

   This is already who I am.

Sometimes, I wish that they can accept it.

  Rather, have one or few people in this world who can accept me...

It is sad, a sadness that I thrive in almost everyday.

  Sadness that I have been used to longing, befriending it.

A hopeful kind of sadness...that is beautiful and silent.

  I appreciate it for it is only what I have, what I live for.

Can you understand me?

  For if one is reading this,

Please do.