I will likely never be held 5/28/24

i’ve never felt known by anyone,

not even by my mother who knows my behavior down to a science,

she will never know Me.

I is more than me,

me is just the biology of Me.

I is alone, I is my life.

I is everything I’s ever seen, 

everything I’s ever felt.

I is not me, 

but I is Me.

you don’t know Me, 

you just know me.

and because of that I will likely never be held.

I will likely never be known, 

I will likely never be held by someone who knows Me,

why I is Me,

or what makes Me.

Me is a phenomenon to you, 

I just is, and I is peculiar, 

I is ideally perfect,

when I fail’s, 

I is it.

I will likely never be embraced with the full comfort of truly being understood.

for the most part I feels tolerated.

I is trapped in a body,

I can tell you everything of why I is,

but your understanding of I will likely cease beyond that point.

I is too complex cause I doesn’t match your perfectly logical self.

when I was a child,

I told you as an adult,

you say ‘as a child you should’ve done different, 

you now shouldn’t tell me unless you perform how remorseful you ought to be for what happened to you’

I now should tell you who Me is on the china.

if I’s trauma isn’t pretty, you will refuse to eat.

when you hug me, 

you will likely never touch Me.

Me is inside thinking if I is asking too much for wanting to be known, 

and logically I knows yes.

it will likely be a slow burning mourn of something I will likely never have.