I’d rather hurt, than be like you

Do you feel?  Is it possible for you to understand pain?

So flawless, protected, always kept safe from injury

Can you conceive of being tattered, left to remain?

How are you supposed to even comprehend me?

I strike at you with words intending to move you

Yet you stare mindlessly indifferent while I scream

Do we all bleed the same?  I don't think that we do

Life comes with hurt, you have no idea what that means