You and I

I am hurt

Do you see it on my face

Or can you feel it when you enter into my space

You speak about my personal bubble

That it is making me a cripple

But was I whole when I entered here

Or are you still viewing me from the rear

Everyone has an opinion

Do this it worked for him

Do that it worked for her

I have a cousin

I have an aunt

Can my feelings be transferred in and out of me like a plant

You say that you are trying to help

Then stop treating me as a whelp

And who asked you anyways

It is because of your help my emotional state is in constant decay

But you won’t see

Because you are doing it to me

Telling others that we are happy

When you love stinks like a baby’s nappy

I am hurt

Do you see it on my face

Please take your time

Because all that awaits you is space.