Misunderstood and Misanthropic

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Abstract

mild success if you count success as being a father and generally a good person who has trouble loving others or accepting them, warts and all Because sometimes the things I think at first are warts are really diamonds in the rough The lone bastion of uniquity left in this modern world And there I sit, silent choking on my inability to act like a regular person</p><p id="fb3f">It’s a hard thing to feel misunderstood but an even harder thing when you realize you are the one who misunderstood yourself and everyone else has been right this whole time When you know so many instances where you could have been better but chose to be stubborn because you had long perfected that and it was just easier than being vulnerable or accessible to someone else’s needs And when you argue you are not a misanthrope you can’t do it with a straight face because everyone knows that you are or maybe you are just misunderstood</p><p id="9c3b">I think I’ve been wearing myself inside-out this

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whole time, this whole life and all I might need to do is to change this shirt Take what is so understanding on the inside and in all the words that I pour into the ether and put it all on the outside And take my stoic and oft-flatlined exterior and tuck it away for future use when I am no longer misunderstood and misanthropic</p><p id="749d">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2019</p><p id="49c7">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="cc65" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/fatherless-son-c987ceee358d"> <div> <div> <h2>Fatherless Son</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*UVqDUJJypM1NuF-P)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

People bother me but not the way you think It’s not really them, although sometimes it is, it’s more a product of me and my unique personality A complicated blend of unsuspecting introversion and misplaced rigidity which make me misunderstood and misanthropic

It used to be judgment and it made people feel badly even though I didn’t mean it, except for the times when I did But now it’s not that at all because the only person I truly judge is myself A capable wallflower and shaded panorama of a life little lived but still to mild success if you count success as being a father and generally a good person who has trouble loving others or accepting them, warts and all Because sometimes the things I think at first are warts are really diamonds in the rough The lone bastion of uniquity left in this modern world And there I sit, silent choking on my inability to act like a regular person

It’s a hard thing to feel misunderstood but an even harder thing when you realize you are the one who misunderstood yourself and everyone else has been right this whole time When you know so many instances where you could have been better but chose to be stubborn because you had long perfected that and it was just easier than being vulnerable or accessible to someone else’s needs And when you argue you are not a misanthrope you can’t do it with a straight face because everyone knows that you are or maybe you are just misunderstood

I think I’ve been wearing myself inside-out this whole time, this whole life and all I might need to do is to change this shirt Take what is so understanding on the inside and in all the words that I pour into the ether and put it all on the outside And take my stoic and oft-flatlined exterior and tuck it away for future use when I am no longer misunderstood and misanthropic

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