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Dialetheia; everything is both true and false in the same regard
You ask me what i mean
And i wonder why
There has to be an answer
For everything you don’t understand
I pull out a dictionary
trying to break this down
The words swim together in my tears
You don’t understand why i’m crying
These words aren’t in your dictionary
Hurt is a figment of my imagination
And pain is a synonym for weakness
Breakdown is just proof of faulty engineering
You tell me i have a choice
Then i find that the
doors are all locked
windows sealed shut
No gusts of wind will sway you.
You tell me it can be easier next time
But I don’t know
How to fix this
I tell you i feel like i'm drowning
But you’ve never drowned before
I ask you to picture it
But your imagination is limited
How can you drown with your head above water you ask?
You tell me to say what i mean
But i don’t know what i mean
You tell me you love me
But i don’t know what you mean
I tell you i love you
But i don’t know if i mean it
You ask me
If i want to die
I say no
You ask me
if i love you
I say no
I can never say what i mean
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This piece was inspired by a conversation I had with my mom, and I felt really misunderstood. Often I think people, teens especially, feel really misunderstood by family. This poem is really about so badly wanting to be understood but not knowing how to say it ( but at the same time knowing exactly what I want to say but feeling so misunderstood that I don't want to say it).