They mistake my craving to understand people.
They do not realise how well I know the feeling of being misunderstood.
The laugh at my walking through the fire to save the people burning me.
They do not see that I have too many burns festering deep inside.
They get annoyed that I constantly check to see if they are okay,
They do no comprehend that I know too well the achiness of no one bothering.
They confuse my kindness for weakness, they take me for a fool.
Eventually they will realise that everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.
Be kind, in the end its all that matters.
