I don't blame you for not understanding me.
Everyone gets tired,
but we pretend to be .
Sometimes it's like having depression;
I suddenly feel down.
Occasionally, I feel like I have autism,
not wanting to talk or move.
When others ask, I don't know how to answer.
It's not feigned silence; I'm just powerless to express myself.
Perhaps everyone has a blind spot, a place they can't escape from,
and others can't enter.
I keep my deepest secrets there.
You don't understand me,
and I don't blame you.
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