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.