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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. I am a victim; of yours; no more. You hold no power over me. My voice will be heard.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
I am a Victim, and;
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. I am a victim; of yours; no more. You hold no power over me. My voice will be heard.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
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