Everyone says they "get it." 

That makes no sense. 

I don't "get it." 

It hurts. No one should understand that. 

I don't understand why it's my curse. 

I committed no sin against the universe, 

Just my neighbors, who love me still. 

A small baby screaming in her mother's arms, 

Kissed by pain that follows her yet, 

And grows shadowed by ghosts.