It’s easy for you to say
When you’re not the one suffering a loss.
Why don’t you people mind your own business
And take your own advice?
You know nothing of my struggle,
So just stay out of it.


Life looks different
When you’re the book whose pages are ripped out.
Your pages aren’t placed out of order
And continually mixed together.
Scotch tape and words can hold a book together,
But it’s not the same as when the book could keep itself straight.


I know you are laughing
And living the good life
Because this time,
You’re glad it wasn’t you
Who was shot down like a bird
Hit by a boulder.


I don’t need this right now,
Or any time, thank you.
Adieu.