Would you still laugh if…

This post may be quite rough (as in sentences and grammar and word order and forgetting loads of stuff etc as I’m in a psychiatric hospital and my brain is not doing the best at functioning) but I had this idea and wanted to post it.

This isn’t going in the poem section because I don’t think it’s a poem but at the same time it may read slightly more like a poem than a blog. I don’t know.

When you see me and you hear words/phases such as ‘biscuit’ ‘cunt’ ‘Anne Boleyn’s a lesbian shagging jane Seymour behind Henry’s back’ you laugh at me.

When you see me swear at you with my fingers, do nazi salutes and make the wanker sign with my hand, you laugh at me.

When you hear me woo or whistle, bark or growl; when you see me twist or turn, jolt or lunge you laugh at me.

In that moment I am hilarious to you. It could be a few seconds as you walk past, or it could be hours as we share transport. Either way these sounds and movements are a source of entertainment for you.

Would you still laugh if the parts of body that were in pain glowed purple and the brighter the more painful?

Would you still laugh when my whole body was purple to some degree?

Would you still laugh if you knew of the exhaustion, from never stopping moving?

Would you still laugh if you knew of the sleepless nights?

Would you still laugh if you saw the bruises every where on my body?

Would you still laugh if you saw me thrashing about on the floor out of control? Would you still laugh at the oxygen mask on my face stopping my levels from dropping any lower?

Would you still laugh at the broken bones and headaches?

Would you still laugh at the concussions and rushed through A&E for brain scans?

Would you still laugh at the ambulances being called and the terrified partner?

Would you still laugh knowing your laugh will make me anxious and triggered?

Would you still laugh if you knew your laugh made me scared to leave my home?

Would you still laugh if you knew that you won’t be the only one that day, or even that hour?

Would you still laugh knowing you are one of thousands who laugh at me?

Would you still laugh if with the ‘funny’ words and movements you could see all this?

Would you still laugh? Ask yourself would you?

Some of you would because you’re knobs, but some of you might stop and think.

So, would you?

Would you still laugh?

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