In The Waiting

I hate explaining myself and realize that not everyone understands despite how I explain and yet in many ways I find myself more easily misunderstood the more I explain. 

But for some reason, my convictions hold to my very life that I live and often I have to give in so that I do not stand out and also that I could show love to those that cannot understand.

But there are times...

When it becomes tiring no one will understand my convictions and I am left to suck everything back in, unprocessed and rot.

What makes it worst is that because it is difficult to separate my sensitivity to those that frustrates the very complexity of who I am and I end up finding a dead road to which I will not find relief and getting lured back to the familiar road of solitude.