Undestanding Being Understood

Can I be understood I wonder I am so awfully unique The good and bad of it is so plain My voice makes no thunder My view is too terribly bleak My reality too much to blame On something so horribly cheap If someone dared to hear Would I dare to tell I cannot say for certain I give way too often to fear Hiding is something I do well Could I pull back the curtain Or would I find myself too weak