Misunderstood

Often I feel I’m misunderstood. I thought I was always a good communicator, one who expresses her feelings well. But lately I’ve had difficult time explaining how I really and truly feel about my life, my aspirations, my words seem to get lost in over process feelings. I really think I try to prepare for life over studying trying to be prepared for anything that may come my way, but there is no preparation for life. It should be lived. Goodness I have such a profound life. And it’s speeding past me, because I’m trying to hard to control all that is around me. But if I control it it’s so very simplified for me. I can protect the ones I love, I can provide sanctuary for the hardness, I can administer the truth in small amounts, its all done out of love, and its so I can keep my sanity.
All things I do and say are misunderstood. I pray every day to be a better me. My life is full of wonderful people. People that have no idea how much I love them; there is no words to express how much I love them. I can only wish for their understanding, and to love me despite my shortcomings.