You've spent your life
Letting them treat you how they want
Letting their hands
And thoughts wander
At will
Keeping the wild fury inside
So as not to cause offense
And you find
Eventually
That for so long
You allowed people to do things to you,
And now you don't even know what's normal
Until the story comes from your lips
And your comrade looks at you
In horror
Of your tragic past.
We've suffered much in the pursuit of providing others with comfort, sacrificed so much to keep from causing offense. I'm learning things about myself and some I wish I could forget. But most often, I wish I had let out the wild rage that has lingered so long just beneath the surface. We will heal, don't you worry. We will be whole again.