You say you get it.
You don’t.
You look at me.
No one can understand
Unless
Unless they’ve been through it
Unless they know what it’s like to wake up unsure of the day
Unsure of what will happen
“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.
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?
Should it be?