You say you get it.

    You don’t.

    You look at me.

    You see normal.

    No one can understand



    Unless they’ve been through it

    Unless they know what it’s like to wake up unsure of the day

    Unsure of tomorrow

    Unsure of what will happen

    What the day will bring

    “I know what you’re going through.”

    Do you? Do you know what it’s like? What it’s like to wake up and face a day with something only you know?

    Something only you can see? Something people judge based on actions without truly knowing? Because of something.

    Looks right.
    Seems right.
    Sounds right.

    Is not right.

    But who is to know what is right? Who is to know the truth behind a cloak of invisibility?

    How could you know? How should you know? How would you know? You wouldn’t know.

    But you could try.

    You could try to understand instead of assume.

    Educate instead of judge.

    Ask instead of filling in the puzzle you aimed to solve.

    But that would be too easy.

    Would it?

    Could it?

    Should it be?


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