You don't understand
you're full of privilege
and that's what happens with privilege:
one can't even fathom to see
what your fellows do miss

I write here
like I was 15
again
but never again, now I can see,
now I can move, now I can shout
and you're spilling **** through your mouth
and I am silent, can't wait to leave the room at once

mom,
i heard you say "i don't miss anyone"
and that's the big divide
you're having it easy, I'm breaking down

You never dared looked me in the eye
until the doctor told you to do it for my life
and I guess that's the measure of your love
and the measure of your confusion when it comes
to my heart
and still you refuse my tears and my smiles
and it hurts, the divide gets bigger every day
we can't stop it even if it aches
but it feels like divine design, in a sense
and the despondency, then, aminorates

let's survive together
can we? I am not sure
we are not fighting the same at all
but let's respect each other's weight
if it can't be shared