My Pain is Real
Call me delusional if you will or just plain crazy.
I won't argue.
I'm fully aware that my mind is an oddity among your perfect world.
However,you should be aware that your words,
however true they may be,
do not change my fears.
while its cause may be imagined,
my pain is real.
more than your "sane" mind will ever be able to conceive.
you ask what is so confusing.
you tell me to just look into the mirror and see what is there.
why not tell a man with no legs to "just walk"?
or a woman smothered by a pillow to "just breathe"?
the glasses that sit upon the eyes of my soul...
they are not kind.
they ooze with hatred
the darts must be thrown
and i am the target.
but the bruises that torture my soul,
the cuts deep down in my heart that refuse to heal,
the wounds that torment my spirit,
those you do not see,
you will not see.
they are unreal to you.
lacking a reasonable cause and therefore
lacking existence.
but one day,
when i've had enough of the fight
and far from enough support to get through it,
when i finally give in,
you'll come to realize,
my pain is real.
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