Intentions

For all my intentions to change,
They are all washed away in a single wave of fear.
A fear that I will be left outside,
In the cold solace of misunderstanding.

But for all my fears,
I am still misunderstood.
For a fear is no defense
against the object of fear.

And I fear to be alone in pain,
Though I know I am not.
But know, or not,
I am still left alone.

For all the attempts to change me,
For the haunting of my fears,
For the lack of cares to understand,
That I am misunderstood.

They are washed away.