Confusion (The Sonnet)

Seems like you’ve never heard of irony
When you believe the foolish things I say.
I say love but you hear hatred for thee.
Can your mind, not my spoken words obey?
I say I fancy women, you believe.
In the truest thing I say, you deny.
‘Till you understand, I will not relieve
Of the misunderstood things you imply.
My heart’s mouth need not be analyzed.
Perhaps, at times, I know not what it means.
Rather, your reaction it has despised.
Not speaking like a steel coated machine.
How very complex our minds must be
If on my own thoughts we cannot agree.