How could they still think this of me? It was all a fabrication!!
I have written a prose piece [OC] as an attempt to encompass my experience which lasted 10 years, seeking consolation.
shrewd as a snake, innocent as a dove
Whenever I'd hold up the same mirror they'd use to tear apart my character with their own perception, they'd get angry and loud and aggressive. they'd punch holes in the wall and break down doors. They wanted me to stay silent because they wanted their words to be the only truth I would acknowledge.
They kept me afraid
I'm not sure why they'd be praised for demonstrating calmness
They're calculated and intentional
The way they deceive
The way they would win
Real trauma makes your voice shake
it makes you tremble
You have nightmares and howl when you're startled awake because they remind you of the reality you left behind
It coexists with you
can it find me again?
It makes you scream in somebody's face when they misunderstand you
you've explained yourself for so long
yearning for connection
They refuse to hear your words
why don't they believe me?
It makes you demonstrate emotions
you have no control over
They demonstrate emotion with purpose
to harm and silence
Behind closed doors
They intercept your message
Nobody will hear the alarms
Theirs shrill louder while yours are gagged
Have you apologized to the person who has harmed you?
And the noises you'd make
you would scream and cry
the degradation of your sense of self
disregarded when they crawl behind their camouflage
You come back again
treading lighter
If you stomp your feet too loudly
they're terrified
you may draw the attention of someone
to save you
They come out of hiding
to prey on you again
You're frozen
a gazelle faced with the lion in an open plain
They camouflage
you come back to graze
Maybe this time you could just be quieter
They have an insatiable appetite
until the happiness they're afraid of
becomes dispossessed
Your happiness troubles them
My findings would convey
they want your demise
A statement disguised as care
The frequency feels unsettling
They say something cruel and disturbing
with undeniable malice
a shriek of anguish
seeks to understand
HOW COULD THEY STILL THINK THIS OF ME?
No acknowledgement
their statements unfounded
Their truth dare breathed into existence
Their superiority disguised as concern
Dismantling their inflated ego at risk
a malicious fabrication to bait
Please don't hurt yourself
And at the end of it all
Nobody came to save me
They came with handcuffs when I couldn't stay calm
They rejected my truth the same way
the perpetrator silenced me
I don't want to hurt myself
I am traumatized