Poem: Disjoint

Disjoint

It is clear, you do not mean
the same as I do,
that your idea
of it being the same
is not based upon
an understanding
of the specifics,
that you do not see
my experience,
only see the same things
that are true for you,
even when I speak
of the pain I am feeling,
you only tell me
everyone hurts,
do not wonder
if it is my own
and not identical
to whatever
you carry
and refuse
to admit.

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