Unless you've seen it, heard it, felt it,
I don't expect to be understood.
When your life is sunshine and rainbows,
All you can see is good.
In my head, I see the bad,
With everyone I meet.
There's judgement, anxiety, worry, fear,
That stands behind each greet.
It's not that I hate you,
For hate is too strong.
It's not that I'm against you,
We haven't met long.
It's that in my head,
You're berating me.
In my head,
You're hating me.
Those words were never spoken,
Likely never to be.
Because how could you say them,
When you don't know me?