Everyone wants me dead and cold. They want my voice silenced and heard only where voices echo in the darkness. They first want to rip me apart, pull my heart out, and utterly shatter my soul.
Why am I quiet when I am predicted to scream? The fury burns red-hot in their minds as they watch me completely disappoint them with my silence. The version of myself they created in their heads is too daring for them to contain.
They want me to yell, to scream. They want to see me in pain. They hand me knives disguised as lessons, but I sharpen myself with them into something—someone unignorable.
They want me to take full responsibility for events beyond my control and apologise for mistakes I’m not even aware of.
That, my dears, is manipulation in the highest form. You might not notice it because it often wears familiar faces and hides behind good intentions. Learn to point out emotional abuse and mental violence early. Don’t wait until you’re completely submerged in it. SPEAK UP. Or, in my case, write it.
Good people can be bad parents, relatives, or friends, and I hope you are extremely self-aware enough to note this.
Not everyone might want me dead, but many do.
But in any case, I’ll always outlive the version of myself they want me to become.
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