Misunderstood

Why can't I be kind, for the sake of being kind?
Or why can't I be viewed as merely being good?
Do they think that I want something from them in turn?
No, I don't, for I am a giver at heart, a person who is misunderstood.

Why can't I just call you "Beautiful" and have it viewed as a compliment?
Why can't you just be a "special" friend who is dear to my heart?
No, I am seen as someone who wants something more behind this kindness, putting on a facade.
A misunderstood friend from whom you wish to part.

I'll kindly bid you adieu as you wish,
Though I hope you'll give me a chance to explain myself as good friends always should.
At the end of the day, it is what it is,
But I am tired of being judged and misunderstood.  

It saddens me, and it kills me, paining my heart to no end.
I am a misunderstood, giving soul, who because of this loses many a friend.
But I won't let such instances change me, for then I am not being true to myself as I should.
I will live this life being kind and giving, continuing to be a soul who is forever misunderstood.

At the end of the day, I only want the very best for you.
I only want to support you, cheer for you, watching you succeed and achieve your greatest of dreams.
You are still a beautiful and special friend and soul to me, one whom I pray for each day and each night.
However, I am not the good friend you once saw me as because you misunderstand this soul's intent, his why.

I am just misunderstood.