"misunderstood"

I see the other girls

smiling and laughing

and feeling

understood-

you do so much

yet know so little,

I tell you some things

but the depth is lost on you;

you are sacred to me,

a protector and a flower,

a butterfly and a source of warmth;

my eyes swell and fill with tears

as I realize that connection is not one

I can have

because I will be

chronically misunderstood.