over and over,
again and again
i’m misunderstood
and it’s hard
because
the repetition
makes it easy
for me
to believe
that something
is very wrong
with me
maybe god crossed the wires
maybe i’ve got bad genes
maybe i’ll never amount
to anything
of value
to anyone
maybe,
i don’t matter . . .
the thoughts hurt
they cut
and sever
my ability
to accept myself
as i am
i hope
someday
i’ll find
the strength
to rewire my brain
to produce thoughts
strong enough
to save me
from a lifetime
of being
misunderstood
