I used to keep all of my feelings nuzzled inside, and when they seeped out, I learned to joke to explain it all.
Charm them!
Or:
I’d fight to say bare minimum.
Walls.
Highly sensitive, I didn’t know how to put words to feelings.
Too many feelings!
I sat in my front yard and ran my fingers across the grass. Nature understood me.
Calm.
It was in these states of stillness I didn’t need to be understood.
There I felt a divine connectedness.
Temporary feelings felt trivial.
Words, unnecessary.
“Misunderstood” is pushing too hard to think I am so different I must not be human.
Confused states pass.
I understand.
