They tell me I'm free
But I don't feel free
In fact, I still feel caged in the memory of everything he did to me
I have yet to tell my parents what I went threw
Because it feels like it's
my fault
My problem
Or maybe I'm just scared
Of the lecture
Or maybe that they won't understand
Or maybe that they won't believe me.
Or that they'll want a name
When I can't even say it to myself
Or maybe they'll want justice
When all I want is to move on
To move on from the nightmare
Where all I can see is him making good on all his threats.
But I also don't tell them what I went through because
Physically I'm fine
And I don't want to worry them
