A Pang I Suffer

A pang I suffer in my heart often as I do not understand what do you mean when you say I love you as I differ from you in perspectives of things and you are driven by your basic instincts and I am by mine but wonder lies not in this similarity but in how different they are! Moreover, when I reciprocated you did not understand the three words as they have different connotations to you and I had mine and you know, how we fell apart since then I am in constant pain that I never become a free man, the more the time passes the more I become a faithful slave to my own environment, a sycophant servant to my faith and belief, you are to yours, no one is exception either, I could not come above and think beyond the images of the objects I have seen surrounding myself, the same is with you in this case we are so different, unhappiness does not lie here as it belongs to elsewhere , belongs to our misunderstand and remember how we misunderstood each other so in protest I stopped to understand anything altogether, say! how dare I to understand your mind when I do not understand my own, whom and which once I hated too much now lovingly I put them on my neck, what I said and what you understood so far I did not mean that, words are words, they fail, they mean nothing, they aggravate the situation of misunderstanding between you and me and among us, bye for now, no more words!