It's not the ache behind the eyes,
the loss of appetite or
the painful limbs.
The pallid skin or the freezing hands.
Neither is it the lost years.
The exams left untaken,
The high heels left unworn,
or the broken dreams.
Rather, it is the perception of others,
their lazy comments or ignorant
judgements. Their unwillingness
to understand. To accept.
Their incessant questions and their hurtful words
muttered under their breath, which we
broach without comment.
These, not the fatigue nor the pain, are the things that
eat away at our lives, that mark us out
that keep us up at night.