They heard my silent scream.
I know they did.
I saw it on their faces.
That “Oh, I’m so sorry that you go through this,” gaze,
cast in my direction
from a safe distance.
We all hear voices.
It’s just that I was taught
that it’s rude to ignore someone
when they’re talking to you.
“So, he suffers from auditory hallucinations…”
says the psychiatrist,
to himself.
“I would like you to inhabit
a world where you no longer
think of yourself
as a god…”
speaks the psychologist,
confusing the delusion.
“I wonder if you could imagine
being happy with your body…”
The hypnotist invites the anorexic,
to practice un-truths.
We all hear voices,
I know we do.
I see it on your face.
You heard my voice,
and I heard yours.
The only difference
between you and I,
is who believes that they are right.