You Don't Understand

​Can you hear my voice?
Do you understand the pain inside of me, stirring eternally?
Do you get how much you hurt me with those words?

You just assume. 
Just like everybody else does.
You coat me in lies and gossips you heard around the hallways, making it the only thing people see in me.
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Don't you realize how long the sting will burn?
Didn't you hear my pleads of truths aching to suffice?
Don't you see me crumbling down into ashes and blowing away?

You don't.
You don't know me. 
You don't own me.
I am more than the shallow figure you made myself to appear.
You know absolutely nothing about the midnight cries of my voice.
And you are blind enough to see that you caused my suffering.