What If....?

What if....?

I had been that good girl, you know, the one who listened to your

delusional lies, and swallowed them like the pill of truth;

even though the only pill she ever swallowed was you gaslighting her into believing every single poison that came from your mouth.

What if...?

I just sat there in shame, letting you continue to inflict your pain, whilst I hide my scars just so they never get to see the real you, hiding behind the mask of innocence.

What if...?

I had never spoken of those horrible things that he did to me.

Would you have loved me more for it?

Wouldn't you have hated to see the tears I cried as I tried to protect those little, innocent ones from witnessing the torture he poured on me?

If only you had seen it for yourself, maybe you wouldn't have been so charmed by the fake innocence in his eyes.

What if...?

I'm proud of myself for speaking out in a world that only exists to silence me into shame.

I never asked him to treat me like a slave.

I never asked him to lay one finger on me.

I never asked him to punch me, then make me hide my bruises.

I never asked you to give him the permission he needed to do this to me.

If you want to hate me for speaking out, crying the tears I cry, and feeling the pain I feel, go ahead if it helps!

What if...?

I learned it wasn't my fault.