Know Me

Never ever use the words 'me, too'

whenever I talk sadness with you

or play a song that reduces my hurt

into a sand particle trapped in the eyelids.

For sadness to me is a tangible entity,

a companion, a friend,

a traitor, a bully,

a mocking voice in the coils of my sanity,

commanding me to beat myself up

without seeking my permission.

So whenever I talk sadness with you,

or crawl and weep in front of you

never ever use the words, 'me, too'

or laugh or sigh at what I say or do

Just hold my hand, and let me cry

Just listen to what I never say