i am only fine when understood
i realize i will never be
but i accept the degree of understanding i recieve
the things i say are hard to recieve
and the people i speak to are sometimes easy to decieve
many times they read or hear
but it doesn't make them truly closer
the barrier around my heart is surrounded by posers
i love
at least that part gets out
but i open my mouth and i pour out my doubts
and i am left with my honesty
i am covered in my truths honestly
i wonder if we talk just to get to the roots
of the real issues we never really discuss
stepping around it and skipping past it in high heels and boots