I wonder

Sometimes.
I wonder when people will understand.
By no means am I an intelligible girl.
So innocent and misunderstood.
Living in irrevocable confusion.
Pessimist and optimist.
Happy and sad.
Carefree and melancholy.
Bright and admirable.
Complete with imperfections.
Overachiever above anything else.
Dwelling on the past.
Having no intentions for the future.
I don't choose to be misunderstood.
Sometimes,
Someone comes along.
Someone listens.
Someone understand who I really am.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is for all the people who don't understand me.
Especially my Dad who thinks that I can't do anything right.
He always wants something from me and all I do is try to make him proud.