To you who think you understood.
To you who think you know my pain.
You claim you got my back but don’t even listen to me talk.
You look at me in utter confusion as I try to make you understand about this pain, but it seems like your mind is made up.
To you, I’m overreacting. To you the pain is imaginary. To you, the suffering is non-existent.
But I assured is there, We feel it every day.
Tho we have gotten better at hiding it but I believe one day we will overcome it.
And this pain too shall be a part of history