No one will ever fully understand
The pain of being alone.
Being in a world full of people
Who just look away,
Never batting an eyelash
In your direction.
All they do is stare,
Finding curiosity in you pain.
Even with people to talk to,
Listening never helps anything.
Everyone wants someone to confide in,
To be there for them.
To care is one thing.
To know the pain is another.
If understanding were easy,
We all would be at peace.
No bullying.
No war.
No pollution.
We would all have made lives easier,
Upon ourselves,
And others.
Understanding is hard.
Some have mastered the art,
Taking the picture of your life in their mind,
To imagine it as their own.
However,
There are very few people who can do that.
I am one of those people.
