I am a woman whose inner child was fragile, delicate, and you… you shattered her without thought.

Every mistake I made, you weighed like a scale of judgment, but you never asked why. You never asked what drove me, what haunted me, what I carried inside.

I was misunderstood. Constantly. And your assumptions became chains that bound me, suffocated me, trapped me in a cage of your ego.

I did not have the leisure to prove myself. I did not have the words, the space, the freedom to defend the pieces of myself you sought to destroy.

I bottled my pain. I swallowed my anger. I silenced my grief. And when I finally burst… when my soul finally screamed… you only noticed the storm, never the hand that lit the fire.

You assume so easily. You judge without asking. You declare without listening. And you wonder why I break. Why I am broken. Why I am furious.

I tell you now: it is because of you. Because of your blindness. Your indifference. Your arrogance. Your refusal to see me as I am.

I was forced to parent myself. To comfort the child inside me, to shield her from your ignorance, to teach her to survive in a world that had no mercy for fragility.

I carried the weight of your judgment and your neglect, and still, I grew. Still, I learned to rise from the ashes of your disregard.

I am fire now. And I am unafraid. Your assumptions, your silence, your cruelty—they fuel me. They sharpen me. They forge me into something you will never control.

I do not ask your forgiveness. I do not seek your approval. I do not bend to your ego or your shallow expectations.

I will not be silenced again. I will not hide my storms. I will not hide the pieces of myself that you despised or ignored.

I am a woman who remembers every slight, every dismissal, every cold glance that told me I was less than. And I carry it like a crown.

I will speak my truth. Loudly. Relentlessly. Fiercely. And if you cannot bear it… then that is your burden, not mine.

I am fragile. Yes. Delicate. Yes. But I am also a force. A storm. A reckoning for all who thought they could break me and leave me quiet.

I see now that your blindness was never mine to fix. Your misunderstanding was never mine to excuse. And your judgment… your judgment only made me stronger.

So do not pity me. Do not expect me to bow. Do not assume you have the power to wound me again.

I am here. Whole. Fierce. Defiant. Unapologetic. And my inner child… she smiles, finally safe, finally unbroken, finally seen.