Thoughts…

I don't get why you do the things you do,
you laugh like its funny, until the tragedy hits you.
You've never seen pain, until you've learned to cry,
you've never known the truth, until you've been told a lie.
You cant speak on what you don't understand,
you can't help if you don't lend a hand.
How can you judge me? Do you even know my name?
What if it were you? would you still think the same?
Just think about that the next time you do what you do,
you think you know it all but you don't know what I've been through.