A touching understanding

i know that i should understand,
but i understand that i don’t know.
the back and forth
mimicking the
in and out.
the climax of truth
comes jutting out
in shame.
not sure why?
i’m compelled to the expulsion
of what i know.
it’s easy.
not to mention the feeling.
whoops, i’ve mentioned it.
but i’m guessing you’ve
already felt it too?