do you understand me?

do you truly understand
what it is to be me?

have you survived the
ups and downs of a life similar to mine?

can you look me in the face
and tell me, if I know who you are?

can you pinpoint everything
that invokes some kind of emotion in me?

do you have any words or phrases
that are the very definition of me?

can you list everything in my life that I hold valuable?

do you know my values?
do you know my goals?
do you know my beliefs?

can you tell me what I want out of life?
can you tell me what I have gone through?
can you tell me what kind of person I want to be?
can you tell me how I feel in any given scenario?

I already know the answer.
you don’t have a clue who I am.

you have never spent a single minute in my place,
haven’t spent a day in my exact position.

yet you talk about me as if
you know the most intimate details of my life.

you have barely scratched the surface of who I am,
yet you act like you have infinite knowledge of me.

you take what little you have seen or heard from me
and you distort it and pass it off as something ‘credible.’

you lie...
you cheat me out of any kind of friendship.
you make a fool out of me and everyone else.

are you proud of the destruction you have caused?

one day, your little game will end,
and since what goes up must come down,
you will find yourself in a similar position.

the high horse you rode so proudly
will buck you off and into the mud.
any kind of respect and recognition you had
will be gone with the wind.