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.