So That's What It's Like Poem by margaret haig

So what is my friend going thru',
She seems so upset all day, it's true,
I didn't understand depression at first,
Until it happened I got such a thirst;
Then all I wanted to sleep all day,
Now I see what it was that she did say.

My mother seems frustrated with me,
She said, ' darling you're not listening to me;
You play all day, and don't care if you hurt,
You muck up with the crowd, also you flirt;
Then soon it seemed I was a mother with a teen,
I now understand when she said I was mean.

Poor bloke over there, stuck in that chair,
All he does is complain, and at me stare;
When I say, why do you act so nasty each day,
Then he says, it's not easy in a chair to stay,
Next an accident and I'm in a chair now too,
Now I say to that bloke, I understand what's with you.

We cannot go judging others, with what they do,
If we don't go through what they are, it's true;
We need to have been there, gone thru it too,
To say you understand, to say I understand you;
Once you are in the same situation, as a friend,
Then you can know why theyre going round the bend.