What's Left Unsaid

So here's the thing. You know those times that there's a misunderstanding? Those times that you wish someone had heard the entire story. Those time that they never will get it all? That's what this is about.

This is for all of those times that people around you think that something's wrong, but for the wrong reason. Those times that they- wether it is your parent(s), sibling(s) friend(s), so on- think they understand, but they don't. Those times that they can't seem to read your expression, no matter how hard you hope they try. Those times when- even though they claim they know you- they can't see and the expression they think they see is just a fake. A mask.

If this offends, I'm sorry. This is just the point of view that is never heard, never spoken, but goes through everyone's head at some point. I don't want it to offend. I want it to be heard, to be understood. I want someone else to see this and go "Hey, that sounds familiar. I go through that too." I want someone out there to know that they're not alone. Not this time.

I'm gonna warn you now. Most of the time this is raw emotion. This is the first things that go through my head. This will be about those times in classes where you just wish they wouldn't look through you like glass, only to notice you when they need you for one thing, normally falling along the lines of what they labeled you as at the very beginning of the year. This is the raw emotion that comes off after you overhear something from inside your house, something that they say but they misheard, misread. All of those times all folded into one.

I feel like I should say something that would make this funny, and I probably will. But I'm not making a joke right now. It's too heavy for something like that. But on the plus side, no one's alone anymore. They won't be. At least, we all hope so.

You can comment if you would like, or you can just read and go on with you life. Writing it all down just makes it better, you know?