To the watchers and the gossips judging me,
How your ignorance astounds me, let it be.
You like to moralise, but not to do.
You live life on the surface, well done you.
Did you think about my loneliness, my shame
When I’m struggling just to play this living game?
And who are you to judge me for my pain
When every day’s a battle to be sane?
If I try to say you’ve added to my plight,
Would you say, “Who me?”, yet think that proves you right?
I cannot comprehend what makes you tick,
But I do know whose mind is really sick.
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