To understand the context please read the post number 116 dated November 24, 2025.

6.

they try 

To understand me

 they want to know the truth

 truth is

 I don't understand myself

Often

 I do enjoy being myself

 but that's obvious

 when doors around you are closed 

permanently

I've no respect for the truth

 I found truth

 the most blatant lie 

'something experienced' can 

only be your truth

I do enjoy about being me 

yet unaware

of my surroundings

still I'm

aware of my

terrible anxieties

my mundane tasks

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)