Tism Tails

I used to believe I was too much

Too loud on the hard days

Too quiet on the broken ones

Too stubborn to understand

Too complicated to love

I carried my flaws like they were warnings expecting every heart to eventually walk away

I thought love meant apologizing for every piece of who I was making myself smaller so someone else could stay

Then you came

You never asked me to change the parts I spent years trying to hide

You saw my chaos and called it human

You saw my scars and never looked away

You stayed through the storms without making me feel like I was the rain

For the first time love didn't feel like a battle I had to win

It felt like coming home

You taught me that the right person doesn't love you because you're perfect they love you because you're real

Because every crack every fear every imperfect piece is still worth holding

I never thought someone could truly deal with me until I found the one who never saw me as something to deal with at

He stole something that never belonged to him

My innocence

The silence afterward weighed more than words

The world kept turning as if nothing had changed while I searched the pieces of the person I used to know

People ask What were you wearing?

As if fabric could excuse violence

As if a child could ever be responsible for someone else's cruelty I wanted to scream I was just a kid

My favorite colors my little shoes my t shirt none of them asked for this

I blamed my reflection for someone else's choices carrying guilt that was never mine

People asked Why didn't you...

Without understanding that fear has no perfect Script

Some night the memories return like echoes through an empty room and I remember what I wish I could forget

But I am more than what was done to me

More than the hands that tried to rewrite my Story

I am so tired of carrying myself

Every room I enter feels wrong the moment I step inside it the air realizes a mistake entered and waits for me to leave

I keep searching for a version of me that deserves forgiveness but every road circles back to the same wreckage

I know every crack in my own voice I know every failure by heart I know how to turn a memory into a knife and use it on every part of me

Some people are haunted by ghosts I am haunted by the fact that I wake up as myself every morning

There is no escape route No distance No locked door No train leaving town Just this mind pacing circles around itself like an animal wearing grooves into the floor of its cage

I want to be somebody else Anybody else I want to peel my name off my skin I want to scrape every mistake out of my bones I want silence where this endless merciless voice lives

But the voice always survives It follows me into sleep It sits beside me when I eat It stands behind every mirror with my face and my eyes and my certainty that I will never be enough

And maybe that's the worst part Not the pain Not the loneliness The feeling that if I disappeared the thing left behind would only be relief a world finally corrected an error finally erased

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