Help? Poem by Martin Holm Sjölin

Maybe it's time
That I open up, and try to say something.
But understand that I am a man with great knowledge,
but less words.

My feelings I cannot explain, and when I try
I feel that you shreds them to pieces that doesn't matter.
And then you just push my down and far away from you.
And I sit there, and I wonder:

What went wrong?
And how can I make this right?

Maybe it's time, that I actually listen to your question and answer it with my first thought, or maybe just ask you what you mean.
Because maybe that's the problem. Maybe you wind in you question in such manners that i don't really follow.

Maybe I'm not so smart as I think I'm.
Or it may be that this has nothing to do with the intellectual part of me.
Maybe it is time I started to be more emotional.
Help me?