Don't Mistake Me

Don't mistake my smile for contentment.

I masque the aggravation and let the masquerade begin.

Don't mistake my tolerance for patience, and my speechlessness for agreement.

I've grow tired of disappointment.

I long for some sort of indulgence, but I just dance around your ignorance.

I want to scream at every word you say, but

I've been squeezing my mouth shut for so long that my jaw has gone numb.

I'm far from patient, but startled by my aggravation.

It's just better to play pretend, and waltz around the frustration., 'cuz I can't stand confrontation.

I never really learned how to dance and contention isn't my best move, but I've mastered circumvention.

I'm far from belief, but cower at the loss of faith.

I must be off rhythm, 'cus it's hard for me to comprehend that everything happens for a reason.

So I twirl around in silence trying to find the right beat, but I feel the exhaustion is making me weak.

A lack or effort leads to a quick defeat, and even though you can't hear me scream, I'm sure you know what I'm

thinking.

Don't mistake my naiveness for weakness.

I'm subtle enough to give you chances, I can't help that you make me feel helpless.

I'm dazed by the insensitive perception in which you carelessly spin me in.

I don't know how to beg for reason, so as you lead me on, I take another step towards deception.

Don't mistake my tolerance for patience.

I've grow tired of disappointment; this is my torment.