You don’t know what it’s like to feel despair, <br /> Until you’ve spent a day in my shoes. <br />You don’t know what it’s like to feel pain, <br /> Until you have been beat by your loved ones. <br />You don’t know what it’s like to feel torment, <br /> Until you’ve listened to the demons in my head. <br />You don’t know what it’s like to feel dejection, <br /> Until you have walked alone. <br />You don’t know what it’s like to feel agony, <br /> Until you’ve held the gun to your head. <br />You don’t know what it’s like to feel cruelty, <br /> Until you have been laughed at. <br />You don’t know what it’s like to feel misery, <br /> Until you stand on the ledge to debate the jump. <br />You don’t know what it’s like to feel hopelessness, <br /> Until you have been me.<br /><br />Jessica Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-don-t-know-what-it-s-like/
