‘What’s wrong with you?’
Was the bane of my childhood.
Without waiting for my answer,
Accused
Judged
Found lacking
And sentenced
Without me even uttering a word in my defence
Other than protestations of unfairness and injustice,
All swept aside and ignored
For my voice carried no weight or import.
Then punished whether guilty or not.
And even now still hung, drawn and quartered without my side of the story being heard or even asked.
Judged
Found guilty
And sentenced
In absentia.
When what I need now is a supportive
‘What happened to you?’
With empathy
With compassion
And a gentle caring ear