It's ok not to be ok

Is every word that hard to be said?
Is everythought that hard to be mouthed?
Do means justify an end?
Does loving you means I'm mad?

And to know that in the hallways
Pitifully our glances hung in the air
Love played around us
With our feelings
While it flourished in our skins

It's hard, I know
When our glances are not enough
When words and true feelings
Are never said

How am I supposed to know?
How am I?!
I'm no mind reader.
And you're very confusing!