I Understand

I am sick and I am tired
Of being told who I am by others who claim to understand me.

Understand?

How is it that you can comprehend the complexities of my mind when you cannot fathom the tragedies I have lived through?

You could never believe the convalescing I have managed to achieve from my broken childhood.

How is it that you can categorize me when I am too broad and expansive to fit in your four connected lines.

No one knows me. I don't even know the half of me.