What if I got my shit together,
but "they" thought it was all just an act?

What if my endless progression of days somehow turned into a life,
but "they" couldn't see it?

What if my life suddenly had meaning,
but "they" couldn't value it?

What if I found I had a meaning and a purpose,
but "they" couldn't grasp its importance?

What if someone else needed me,
but "they" were too selfish to care?

What if I needed someone else,
but "they" were too jealous to love me anyway?

What if I tried to explain,
but "they" didn't believe me?

I suppose I'd just have to move on without them,
and "they" would never understand why.

(2001, Mel Grubb II)

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