I'm a victim, and; I'm angry about it. I'm enraged that I identify myself as such. It infuriates me to think of myself this way. It isn't an excuse.
It's not my fault; That I still feel the betrayal like it was yesterday. That I still flinch and cower when I think about it. That my body may be healed, but my mind will forever be scarred. But it was what I was led to believe.
And I'm ashamed; That I let myself be angry. That I let myself feel betrayed. That I will always bear this scar. But it is not my shame.
It's a part of who I am now; It has made me stronger. It has forced me to find my voice, and allowed me to speak out. It has shown me that it may always be a part of me.
But it is not who I am.
I am a victim; of your crime. My anger; is the result of your actions. My shame; stems from your shameful acts.
After all this time, I realize, you were the victim; To your jealousy; of my power.
You took away my power; Tried to claim it as your own.
I have reclaimed my voice; and it is you who is powerless.