Imagining

 

it’s not about my physical pain.

it’s the pain of their disbelief.

stinging, burning sharper than the needles ever will.

your disbelief seeps deeper than my body can feel.

penetrating my soul like oxygen flooding my lungs.

they think it’s my misbelief,

a creation in my mind; they think me a child terrorised by a monster beneath my bed.

The only monster is your judgement.

because you define me solely by your own mind,

imagining mine.