How do they know
what’s best for us,
when they can hardly see beyond their own noses,
their own mistakes?

How do they know
how we feel,
when they never care
enough to ask?

How do they know
what to tell us,
when they’re still trying to convince themselves
that they are not mistaken?

How do they know
what we should do,
when they don’t even know
what they are doing?

How do they know
as much as they say they do,
when they are only
pretending?

How do we know
what to believe
when they only say
what they think we want to hear?

How do they know
all about us
when they’ve never
spent a day in our shoes?

How do they know?