Poem: You won't even understand

You won't even understand

and I am supposed to be fine
not being upset
because you didn't mean
to do anything,
didn't even know,
didn't consider it or think
and why would you,
why would it
be anything
you should realize,
that is what
I will hear,
isn't it?  It is
not alright,
though.  I need
you to be
responsible
for the pain
you are inflicting.
If that is not
a possibility,
I do not know
how I 
am supposed
to even survive
any longer.

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