A poem on communication

So I'm supposed to think like you in order to relate to you - my words have got to be just right to save your precious mind some work.

Instead of seeing where I am, you're only looking where I'm not, expecting me to scurry over right to where your gaze is fixed.

But I don't want to live in that place, all pretending, imitating, guessing what's expected of me jumping hoops relentlessly.

So here's the deal: listen to me, Try to stretch your minds a little, Break the mold I can't fit into, Set communication free