By. Lauren

You said you where like me.
That you knew my pain.
Why was I naive?
What did you know?
My body is a fortress with crumbling walls
Held up by a foundation that was never strong enough to prevent the settling.
Do you still think you know my pain?
Has your understanding grown?
A weary traveler unable to rest.
Are you really all that much like me?
Do you understand my pain now?