To be loved is to be understood

I was thirteen, I think,

When I came to the conclusion.

To be loved is to be understood,

Love is inclusion. 

I wanted to be understood,

To be known and beloved, 

For people to know my fingerprints,

Even though I was gloved.

I want to be understood, 

For someone to learn my history. 

To remember my favourite colour, 

To never leave me a mystery.

I will always want to be understood.

Even when I am ancient.

To be translated without speaking, 

To not feel like a transient.

To be loved is to be understood. 

I wrote that in bold. 

Little did I know,

In friendships it'd be found.

I met a bunch of people, 

Not always perfect.

But they remember my favorite books,

And love all my defects.

I still want people

To take the time to learn me,

To ask about all the books I write,

To never make me feel lonely. 

I promise, someday, I'll be better than this. 

I won't need reassurance to get through this.

Yet, I can't erase the thought that whispers, 

"To be loved is to be understood only."

-Insanely Hilarious