Outed

I wonder what you could have done more
to prevent me from telling.
You beat me, raped me, burnt me, suffocated me,
even attempted to drown me.

Yet here I am!

I am still able to scream the truth
from the top of my lungs
for the whole wide world to hear!

How does that feel for you?

How must it feel to control something so weak,
for all of those years,
then suddenly become so powerless,
so far from having any control?

How must it feel to know that I outed your deepest secret,
not caring who believed me or not?

I chose to be happy.
I chose to defy you.
I chose to trust myself,
to keep fighting one more day -
and I was right!

It does get better, the light does shine.
The pain really does begin to fade away.

So how does it feel when I am not responsible
for your dirty secrets any more?

I am not your secret any more!

Saffie
27

22/9/18
9.27pm