Get off my high horse?
I wonder of this horse you speak of.
You tell me to stop thinking I'm so special.
But survivors dont think they are special
They just only stopped calling themselves
Victims.
Now we are the victims of people like you,
Who rip us back
Down the path of recovery.
I stopped thinking I was special long ago.
Living through such a horror,
Is nothing special.
It's not far from hell,
But of course,
You had it harder,
So I'll figure out this high horse you are talking about,
And step down,
So that you can take my place,
Though it was never there,
And show the world how much worse you have it.
Just to be another reminder
Of how special
We really aren't.
