You can’t feel what I feel
You can’t see what I see
You can’t hear what I hear
Because you ain’t me.
You cannot feel my past
You cannot feel my pain
You cannot read my mind
Or see inside my brain.
You think you can help
But I very much doubt
You wish you could but
I’d rather do without
There’s no helping me.
You want to advise me
That doesn’t surprise
But I tend to despise those of thee
Who try to dictate
And think they know best
Pretend they have the answers
More than the rest (as well as me).
I’m not the same
A different picture
A puzzle of many pieces
That doesn’t look like
The picture you want to see
I’m not what you want me to be
I am just me.
There’s no helping me
What I saw is what I see
What I thought is what I think
What I heard is what I hear
What I felt is what I fear.
There’s no helping me
There’s no helping me
This is how I’ve come to be
The normal is now history
And now I’m actually
A few pieces short
Of a puzzle.
© 2021 – Colin E. Pyle