Crossed Wires
Why is it that what you thought was plain,
and it happens time and time again;
when you believe there is no mistaking what you meant to say,
something is taken by somebody completely the wrong way?
It’s like they're speaking a foreign language that you wished you knew,
or reading something, and not having a clue
how someone else could interpret it so differently
You were only kidding, but their eyes don’t see
it quite that way at all
No, they’re offended; call
it miscommunication on a grand scale,
at getting your point across, you utterly failed
This long-distant dance by computer is a bad way to talk
At criticism, we all get mad and balk
at the notion that we could be wrong,
that something we worked so hard and long
on, poured out our thoughts and feelings on paper,
could possibly be wrong; it causes us to waver
in the trust of our thoughts and it makes us defensive,
but that is different than the personally-offensive
attack of someone we don’t even know
That kind of vicious attack hurts so
So it upsets me when something I’ve said
is taken the wrong way; they somehow get it in their head
that my comment was meant to inflict pain
Crossed wires is my worst nightmare; from that, I try to refrain
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