A poem I wrote about pseudocyesis :
The feeling of having something there,
But nothing's living inside you they swear.
Its like your stone cold and dead inside,
Everyones still convinsed you have lied.
Run your hand across see its hard as a rock,
But still they'll snarl and they'll mock.
A phantom, a devil, this pseudocyesis,
Serously god are you taking the piss?! <3