This was all their fault.
Thay cared more about perfection than how I felt.
I guess black and blue are their favorite colors.
After all, that's what they dressed me in for 18 years.
Love, they called it, but I never felt past the pain and anger they released onto me.
That's the thing with abusers. They can manipulate you and twist words to mean something opposite of their definitions. They can make it seem like the pain is normal, and that because you can't, "endure it like everybody else," that you deserve to hurt.
But thats not true...
For beneath ever work of art, there is a struggle. Wether thats a bad artist, or a warped canvas.
And, in my case, there can be both a bad artist, and a warped canvas.
You see, a bad artist will get angry because the canvas is warped, therefore being useless. The artist can take it out and be mad at the canvas because the canvas doesn't have feelings. Still, it is not the canvas's fault its warped, it's the fault of the manufacturer.
But no one blames them.
They all blame the canvas.
Why can't the canvas be perfect?
Why didn't it allow the manufacturer to stretch it over the wooden frame correctly?
Sure. Blame it on the canvas.
It doesn't have feelings, right?
But you know what does have feelings? Human beings.
People.
But there are some people who act like they dont have emotions, because they were raised in a place where if you showed any sign of life, the people who created you, would paint you with purple, yellows, blacks, and blues. All variations of color until all the neutrals are gone.
Because neutrals are boring, right?
No you can't be boring, you have to be perfect.
If you aren't worth a pretty penny, then you aren't worth a damn thing.
So you decide to paint yourself.
A certain color that reminds you of the people who paint you every single night.
You pick up your thin precision paint brush and watch as the crimson flows down your body.
Its exhilarating; a new color with new patterns.
You think,"I hope they like the special touch I added to their art."
But they don't.
This angers them even more.
You ruined their perfect peice of art, their masterpiece, and now you're deemed worthless.
No one wants to buy art that's been tainted.
..absolutely worthless...
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Gypsy
Romance...he smelled of lavender and sage... ...a slight hint of metal... ...familiarity... ‼️I am not using the title word as a slur against anyone, it is the name of the main character‼️ ⚠️Warning⚠️: Abuse, SH, trauma. ⚠️There may be instances where the...
