To Me

I always seem...

Wrong.

In your eyes.

Only when it come down to you,

it's almost as if you don't WANT me to know you...

But I'm the closest thing to you.

Maybe

I just don't understand your thought process,

or understand your language.

I try, though...

You know,

learn your way.

But I always seem to get it wrong.

I always seem to say the wrong things

that make you box up.

I don't know.

It always seems that when I try to cheer you up,

or help you see a lighter side...

you wish you withdrew.

I was only trying to help.

Is it really that hard to talk to me?

Is it really that hard to help me understand you?

Do you not want me to know you?

Your ticks?

Your habits?

I won't use them against you...

I want to use them to help you,

actually...

But I guess

I got that wrong too.