To you, it’s just an imaginary construct,
The fleeting concern of a foolish child
You don’t see what you refuse to believe,
Dismissing anything that might be inconvenient
All you see is nothing, never acknowledging anything
After all, it’s easier to pretend everything is okay
If it placates you, then where’s the harm?
Even if it leaves another suffering,
Believing they’re entirely alone with no one to rely on
If you don’t address that it’s real,
Then surely, everything will be fine
But pain doesn’t simply dissipate,
Even if you label it as imaginary
© 12 July 2020, by Haley Scully
