Bitter Almonds

House of Glass

I'm not a difficult person to figure out,
Everything is laid bare, like an open book.
Yet no one seems to see me for who I am,
I overcompensate, I overexplain,
And still, no one believes.

All that is left is to plead,
To be seen for the simple soul I am,
A heart open, yearning for recognition,
A spirit, unadorned, asking to be understood.