You Don’t And I Don’t Care

You don’t understand, I didn’t ask for this. To have this illness that is invisible to you. I didn’t ask for the pain, the sleepless nights or the endless parade of doctors who offer pills as quick fixes and no compassion or kindness.

You don’t understand that I didn’t ask for this because no one ask to be sick in any form, but it cancer or a common cold or Fibromyoma.

You don’t understand because you opt not to understand; you could, if you wanted, but your heart is hard and full of hate and you find thill in passing judgment.

You don’t understand and I don’t care anymore because not caring about you and your ignorance, that is something I can opt to do.