Tell me how,
you of all people,
understands
where I'm coming from?
Who are you to try to
imagine what it's like
being in my shoes?
How can you understand
when you aren't me?
How do you understand
when you aren't in my
shoes?
How do you even
think you can
understand me, when
I can barely
understand myself?
How do you understand,
if you've always been perfect?
How do you?
Please tell me,
How?
