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Donít look at me like that With overflowing sympathy In your eyes and tell me You understand when I know There is no way. You just Canít feel what Iím feeling You canít see my heart Or the gashes, bloody Raw oozing pain you canít Feel the stinging salty tears Running down my face corroding And polluting, and they just Wonít stop and then I Canít cry anymore all I do Is gasp. How do you know What Iím thinking? Because I donít even knowÖ Itís like a carnival in my head, the Music wonít stop and the colors Turning, twisting, convoluting Take your hand off my shoulder And stop telling me that it will Get better Iíd rather have Your apathy its times like This when I want to be aloneÖ If you really understood, you liar, You would know this. But you donít. And you never will, or maybe Someday you will and when I put My hand on your shoulder Youíll hate me too.
This poem may seem rough and choppy...it is sort of meant to be a stream of consciousness...I don't know if it works. You tell me.
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