Don’t look at me that way.
Turn off that pitying face.
I don’t want your sympathetic stare.
I want you to see ME.
Don’t tell me you know.
Nobody knows.
I don’t want you thinking you do,
when you don’t.
Don’t say I need help.
I’m coping.
I don’t want you assuming I’m helpless.
I can cope fine.
Don’t think I’m like them.
They’re near the end.
I don’t want you thinking I’m with them
when I‘m far away.
Don’t.
Don’t talk about it.
I don’t want to listen.
I do want it to be normal.
Just like before.