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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