Understanding, merely a word, healing and revealing, while all around voices go unheard.
All I wish is to be understood, not much to ask. To others it seems an insurmountable task.
None comprehend my thoughts and the way that I feel, to them even my pain is unreal.
The hurt I feel is altogether true, how much I've been hurt, if only you knew.
No one will comprehend, nor any understand, until another like me I find, searching this land.
Oftimes the answer is close to us and it we do not see, such an answer I think I have found for me.
Another I have found, quite like myself, filled with hurt, unsure, in need of a helping hand. To this other I would say, but cannot face to face, I understand.
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.