The Understanding of A Whirlwind

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by -punkywitch-

by -punkywitch-

you stand before me,

suffocating by your own conceit

you know me

but do you really?

do you take the effort into understanding me?

are you aware of the worlds i create in my head

of characters and their lives.

i'd rather add to their stories than read,

those characters no longer compel me,

i read to escape, but now there is nothing to escape from

you say i am 'always in my own little world'

and that is true,

but not a bad thing

when i listen to music,

these worlds have a soundtrack

you know,

but you do not understand

that is where we diverge

i understand everything i can

from every point of view i can

even if it hurts me,

you only understand what you see,

and that, my dear

is why you'll never understand me