They tell you to see when you’re blind

They tell you to feel when you’re a sartor

They tell you to hear when you’re a fool

They tell you to taste when you’re starved

They tell you to smell when you’re like me

I cannot describe experiences I lack.

I don’t hear the world through my music

I don’t feel the world through my anxieties

I don’t smell the world through illness

I don’t taste the world through my hunger

I don’t see the world through my anger

In the end they label me as senseless

But at least I’m the one who is self aware