When it happens to someone else you say poor soul. You say I wish it were me instead of you. When it happens to someone else you don’t know how bad it is. You say how bad it must be. But when it happens to you the world comes to end. There is no poor you anymore. It’s now poor me. Now I see how that other person feels. I see what they meant when they screamed that I didn’t understand. They were wrong when they said I never would. When it happens to someone else you say poor soul. You say I wish it were me instead of you. I don’t think you want this. I wouldn’t wish this upon you.