I have always found people to be a disappointment.
I thought it was from expecting too much,
Now having learned friends are fleeting.
I realize that my assumptions are as such:

No one wants to hear the truth about themselves,
Finding the right words and way was so hard.
To gather the courage to finally spill my feelings,
Only to find our hearts splayed all over the yard.

If anyone was to tell me the truth,
I would want it to come from a friend.
Someone who loves you despite your faults,
Who would stay with you through the end.

These people are difficult to find and to trust,
In a sea of the fallacious and misleading.
Words seem to mean so little to some,
Yet they are the first to start reading.

Jumping to conclusions assuming with poor judgment.
Do they not know my heart is pure and true?
Wanting to produce an open relationship,
Where people mean what they say and do.

It pains me much to think of what has been lost,
The list of the forgotten is long.
Is it so much to ask to be understood?
I can hear the feelings expressed in a song.

So why then am I misinterpreted?
And taken to be out to hurt?
All I want is to be honest and truthful.
Instead you make me feel like dirt.

They wonder why I am closed and friendless,
It is people who make me so cold.
If I detach my heart from my head,
I might not go crazy before I am old.