Misunderstood

People think that I went on the Nimibia trip with mom and dad because I wanted to be a good daughter and keep them company.

But I went just because I wanted to go to Nimibia.

I was misunderstood for being a better person than I was. It is a confusing to be thought of as a good person and to be misunderstood at the same time.

I guess I would rather be understood as a not so nice person than to be misunderstood as a nicer than you really are person.