Call me a liar
Call me a thief
It doesn’t change a thing.
Tell them what you like
What you want them to hear
It doesn’t change the past.
Tell them it’s my fault
I’m the one to blame
At least my story’s true.
Knock me down
Tell them I fell
Still standing above me smirking.
Tell them I provoked him
Justify his actions
It can’t possibly be his fault! Right?
I’m young, so I can’t understand
I don’t know the difference
Between abuse and acceptable.
Tell them I don’t know!
As I’m standing here
Covered head to toe in bruises and tears.
Tell me he had it worse!
Try to make me feel guilty
I dare you.
Tell me I need to learn to forgive
That I need to just move on, ignore
While I wish I could just forget.
God forbid you ever, ever
Have to walk a mile in my shoes
I’d bet you wouldn’t last a minute.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Botelho
Creative young adult looking for an outlet. I like to write things involving mental health and art but I occasionally steer off into different, completely unrelated topics.
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