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The Cannibal

by TakashiSenpai7

I'm a cannibal, consuming the flesh of my past Taking back what was once attached I'm not going to be the submissive, quiet kid I used to be I've grown and I'm stronger now, you can't control me I'm not a victim of your stupidity to get a laugh and some masculinity I've been busy, and I'm not looking for sympathy Your hands will never touch me again You will not get under my skin I hear things are going well for you, Joey But your mom and her protection can't stop you from growing lonely The more people you hurt, the worse it gets for you That guilt will one day run you through Tyler, you were always way too protected, with your mom being a teacher at school And you always thought you were so cool with your copy of the schools keys, you used to "rule" I could never seem to escape you, but now you are on your own And you should have known that someday someone would pull the rug out from under your throne You were so mighty, Nick, with a mom to go handle all your problems And you certainly took advantage when you were filled with all that self-importance And when your mom asked where you were, you lied and said it was my fault Because I just really wanted to add to my list of tramua's sexual assualt I wasn't cute, I wasn't charming, I wasn't overly girly, but I was weak and "easy" Of course it's easy to overpower someone if you are big and sneaky I never had someone to protect me, like Nick, Tyler, and Joey's moms And I never had someone who'd believe me when I finally took down my walls I was always different from the other kids, and family wasn't going to help Who would believe me, over a popular straight A student; for me it was a dead end No one believes me, I am not good enough, not important enough, to be given attention But I won't stop working, trying to prove myself, until I am seen as good enough, without question I am not anyone's plaything anymore, I am my own person I am not an outlet for your sick perversion I am a being with thoughts and I'm not as easy to control as I used to be I will bring you down with me
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TakashiSenpai7
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Written by
TakashiSenpai7
21 / M / Chicago IL
Published
Mar 2, 2020
Time
3m
Tags
#rape#sexual#assault#pain#abuse#society#hope#dark#sad#flesh
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