A short moment of poetry by Angela

Sorry guys, this is completely random and not my usual style. Really wanted to share this though. I don't know if you can call it poetry or not. It seems just about anything can be poetry if you read it right. Read this right.

Honestly. 

I don’t understand you.
      I don’t know why you do what you do. I don’t know why you think what you think or feel what
      you feel.
I don’t understand you.
     I don’t know how your pain feels. I don’t know what you put yourself through when you’re alone
     or what you’re hiding when we’re together.
I don’t understand you.
     I can’t offer advice, because our stories are different. I can’t tell you what you’re doing is wrong,
     or that you should do it my way.
I don’t understand you.
     I am not a mind reader. I am not a therapist. I am not a garbage disposal for all your dark thoughts.
I don’t understand you.
     I can listen. I can be a sounding board. I can try to empathize. I am trying. But
I cannot understand you.
     I wish I could.

UPDATE: For everyone who's asking, this isn't about any one person in particular. It is not about you. It's just a poem based on a feeling. Not an attack aimed at someone specific.