i don't think you understand me
i don't know if you are trying
i think i have to go
like the words i am giving you
do not matter
and yet you do not dismiss them with out care
and it is difficult to pinpoint why i am so
upset

when i am talking to you i feel guarded as if
i am struggling to push myself back to a me
that you liked and
that you knew and
i achieve it in your smiles but I question
why? why do i squeeze myself to fit
in your perceptions? why do i care if my proportions
make me a more clearly defined stereotype?

you wear your knowing of me like a badge on
your t-shirt
as if you are proud to have figured me out

(do you get me at all?)