Stop with the advertising
Of things you don't see
The things you don't know
And the things you'll never be
It hits close to home
For people like me
Who have shared in the grief
Their pain, even horrid brutalities
Helping those who are lost
Don't know they need help
Is just a helpless cause
They will feel better yet
Without your pitiful attempts to understand
In sharp, cold life
Or in sharp, cold death
It all remains the same
To those with taunts bouncing in their heads
Emotional trauma and physical hurt
You class it in the same
Neat little nook
But unbeknownst to you
No one is text book
Individuality may stand in the way
Of your little mission to help in the day
Since in the night when no one can see
It remains just them and a twisted fate
Sympathy or empathy or one and the same
None of us really fit into your helping game
