Wrong Love Poem by didi farahnaz

Didi if you with a honest heart look from the bottom of your heart and see a knot in me you might understand that I am using myself as metaphor for something else, not saying you would have ever thought I had; but I a lil pussy-cat once beaten with a stick for hissing at knowing what was to happen from the stick without understanding that I found faith trying to decipher truth from difference and fact fom fiction so that there can be no judge or judges, Just a very understanding people. As you know how confusing the world is you can see that by throwing up a poem you throw up more, a flag of emotion, a spell a hope a praise, a feeling that when it goes unanswered it makes you feel so sad, I am not a knot now a one way street, heavily guarded and well maintained, yet misleading still because I have to remain displaced in my mind not to give away, what you think? it isn't but how perfection is perfected that it becomes perfect