i don't know what you're thinking

you're impossible

to read,

she tells me.

i never know

what you're thinking,

if you're being

serious

or joking around.

i know, i know. i tell her,

i'm truly sorry.

i am.

i don't do it on purpose.

but i can't

help myself.

i've always had a fear,

like Oscar Wilde,

of not being misunderstood.