I Get You
I Get You
It's not the same,
Our situations our stories
Our scars our wounds
It's not something you can understand,
What do I feel? What do I know?
What do I fear? What I have seen?
Yet you ask me all those things.
As if it is as easy to answer as the time.
As if you can handle what I tell you.
Maybe it's just arrogant curiosity
But it doesn't hurt as much
Now that I answered.