Misunderstandings Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Carefully watching events happening in life, seeing people
for who they are.

Anticipating nothing, preparing for no one, life is to be
lived alone, there are no friends who choose to understand
this love to write.

Misunderstandings abound when speaking, it hurts when others
say what is said, and I not meaning it the way they said it.

All mixed up inside, crying, loss of life again - meaning
taken from me.

Why do people do this? What is it that others cannot like?
Why be offered friendship, then have it snatched away through
nothing I have done.

Not understanding any of it except the pain, emptiness fills
this being, contemplating it, feeling the hurt it brings.

Alone, again, hating this very existence, hating self, why go
on living.

There is no one in life willing to get past the writing and
see what I am really like, no one.

Why live alone on a planet filled with people, when not one of
them cares to take the steps to come and know me.