You Don’t Understand

Maybe I am just being me

whose tears serve as sole remedy

bridging the emotion and sanity

when being merry is no longer in capacity

Maybe I am just too sick

to be merely understood by logic

when smile shifts to anxiety like magic

breathing is hard, the air turns thick

Maybe all I want is acceptance

and encouragement within your presence

without leaving me to rely on substance

where I inhale tragic loneliness in your absence

Maybe all I need is to understand

how to space travel the head of a man

just by walking on a straight line

or else he’d say I’m out of mind