you just wldnt know.

you wont know how i feel when i look at the number of scars of my legs,
because you are not me.

you wont know how i force and cry myself to sleep becus of how itchy the allergy is,
because you are not me.

you wont know how depressed i was after looking at the bloody marks on my legs
because you are not me.

you wont know how irritating, how troublesome, how time-consuming it is to apply medicine on my hands and legs,
because you are not me.

you wont know how afraid i was when i see red spots on my body,
because you are not me.

you wont know how disgusted i feel when i look at my scars,
because you are not me.

you wont know how terrible, how uncomfortable it is to wear gloves to sleep
because you are not me.

you wont know how terrible it is, to wake up during the night, just to apply medicine again,
because you are not me.

you wont know how afraid, how much i feared scratching those bloody itchy spots when i am asleep,
because you are not me.

you wont know how unfair i felt that this stupid thing was to happen on me,
because you are not me.

you wont know how much i wanted this scars to scram, disappear, vanish right away
because you are not me.

you wont know, you just wont.