Do You Really Understand

Do you really understand? You say you know. You been through what I have. Know exactly what I am going through. However do you really? Are you gay? Do you go without food? Or without clothes and haircuts? Or walk everywhere you go? Can you pay rent and bills? Do people all hate you without reason? Do people insult you near and afar? Do you live in fear every day? Do you really struggle? Then don’t say you understand. Cause you’re definitely not me. You don’t know what I go through. Stop feeling sorry for me. Understand I will end up dying peacefully.