So quick to deliver lip service
and pass advice I never asked for.
You act like you understand all of this.
This is insulting, nothing short of
ignorant and I refuse to give you my time.
How can you know my struggles?
When did I share with you my mind?
Is there ever a day when my tears
cry on your shoulder?
No, I think not.
These chains are my burdens
that I breathe. You are not my air.
Do not say "It's okay" when you
can't fathom heartache and you
don't appreciate all the little things.
I am bound to struggles that would
bring you to your knees.
Don't tell me what I need when you
are craving for a purpose.
You are lost and no, I do not have answers.
My shackles are none of your concern
and no, I will not sit down and chat.
You don't wear the chains I wear,
so you can't sympathize with that.
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