difference

They ask me questions
To which I have no answers
They ask me to write
The letters that I have never learnt
They ask me to study
The words that make no sense
They ask me to paint
When I cant feel the colors
They ask me to sketch
When I cant hold the pencil
They ask me to formulate
The problem that I never understand
They ask me to judge things
For my own good and bad

I stand at the corner
And watch them
Their questions make no sense
Their thoughts make no sense
I cant convince them to see
That I see
I cant convince them to read
That I read
I cant convince them to feel
That I feel
We are just different

I have left them
They don’t matter
They still hold me
And they flatter
They tell me politely
That they are correct
They tell me to believe
What they have said

They teach me again from the start
They fail to understand that in the process they tear me apart