I turn my pain into art
because that makes it more acceptable.
More digestible.
More presentable.
Because my cries are met with glares cold enough to deter an army
I must turn my pain into something marketable.
Something that can be labeled and mass produced.
Something that may be sold to people everywhere.
Because if my pain is intolerable
it is unworthy of your attention.
Unworthy of your sympathy and respect.
Unworthy of your time and energy.
Unworthy of existing.