You don’t know.

I hear your words, 

The way you judge, 

How you think,

I'm heartless and lazy,

But there's three, 

And then just me, 

I am who spent all this time, 

Jumping at every cry, 

So even though your words are heard, 

All it actually says,

You don't know. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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