if our situations were reversed
i'd say nothing.

but i am not you, and
you are in no way, me

while my ailment may be
only fiction
to you.
you mock, and silence me.

ahh, yes, but how would you know : "friend, do tell me:
what you cannot see must not be real?
is that so. what a philosopher
you are. i'll ask you this, you see so little, though
how do you compensate?

wait, i remember now...you don't"

i never expected understanding
i hardly believe in it anymore.

it is the misunderstandings that are
tiresome
and you,
                 my friends,
are too.