You may say you care.
You might wish me luck.
You may have the best intents but it just doesn’t show up.
Wish me well, understand.
Just don’t attempt to take me by the hand.
I know my position. I’m well aware of my affliction.
It’s not your position to help me get through my diagnosis.
Did I ask you? Did I beg you?
I was only throwing it out there trying not to persuade you.
Why did you run so fast? Forgetting that I am human.
What can I do from so far away when I’m the only one I’m ruining.
So I’ll keep my mouth shut. Keep it simple and sweet.
We won’t get too deep because the Stigma scares you more than your own contradictions.