I sit as calm and as still as my legs will allow me to.
Is this really it?
Is this really all I had to do?
Was tell my school counselor everything he's been doing to me?
The words wouldn't stop flowing out of my mouth, almost like I was vomiting.
My mouth wouldn't stop moving,
The words wouldn't stop coming,
And soon enough I had told that poor counselor everything he had done to me.
She looked upset.
Upset at the words I had formed into a sentence,
Dripping out of my mouth like foul-smelling honey.
Is this really where I want to be? I ask myself.
Yes.
This is exactly where I want to be,
Spilling my guts out
To a poor counselor
Who looks like she fears the world as a whole.
This is my time, and my moment.
To speak out about the horrors I was forced to endure.
