They Don't Know

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I was in deep thought one day,

About you

They said I’d go crazy

Doing what I was doing

But they don’t know me

Like you do

And they laugh

Roll their heads back and just stare at me

Wondering what it was that stroked me

Wondering what caused my brain damage

Why I was acting

Out of sorts

Why can’t I do what I do?

 

 

 

DON’T THEY UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM?

DON’T THEY KNOW?

 

 

 

They needn’t say such harmful words to me

That which intoxicate me with such

Famine

They make me hungry with questions

Questions not even they could answer to

That is why my questions

Have stopped mid-track

That is why; I’ve trained myself to sound them out

The words I try to block out

I say again

And again

Until they make no meaning to me

 

 

 

They can’t possibly imagine

What I’m going through

And what is it

That I’M going through?

Do they know?