What a naive fantasy

There’s no amount of explanation

that can magically change things

and make it all okay

They don’t want to see

a damn thing from my point of view

If they did, they’d still be here

not some million miles away

living life without me

and leaving me to fight to understand

Because I’m the only one

so obsessed with understanding

knowing what happened

and trying to learn

from each move, each miss, each mistake

Maybe I’m just too much

for anyone to care about

to the same extent

that I come to care for them

Maybe I’m just not meant

to get what’s in

the head of someone else

And maybe it’s my curse,

my cross to bear forever

the struggle with understanding

and being understood