Sometimes you need to sit
Quietly in the room they left you
Picking up pieces of yourself
When they not only forgot who you were
Remembered your value.
Sometimes you need to scream
Because the lie you were fed;
Forced down your throat
Was not even on the same planet
As the truth.
Sometimes we vacillate
Between the anger that comes from the betrayal
Fear it will happen again
Disgust at the monsters that did it,
And the hurt that stitch up the wound.
We vacillate heavily
Between the urge to die
The fear to live
And the desire to fight.
“The lie….Was not even on the same planet/ As the truth.” Touching words, and very relatable.
Thanks so much. I knew we could all relate to this.
This is amazing.